A heavy problem!

So I was watching the Supersize vs Superskinny - Series 3 - Episode 1, when a short film titled "Postcards from America" grabbed my attention. In this film a 37 stone Alaina Morgan from Santa Rosa, California, advices the supersize contestant to loose weight. Alaina, who is bed ridden, needing 6 nurses on a 24hour shift, said she will do anything to be the same size as the 24 stone contestant. She said she would have turned off the 'damn' TV, do more physically intense but fun things like take walks instead of driving, play with her kids, and so on.

As I watched in morbid fascination, I had to consider my weight. I have gained a few pound due to comfort eating.I was comfort eating due to a number of things that happened in quick session, that deeply affected me. If I dont get a grip, I could one day be this lady that needs a huge brush and three people to wash between her 'yansh' (NO JOKE NO HYPERBOLE). I am danger of eating myself into a size that I cannot wipe my own bottom!

Another story is from a much younger person. When I was 14 and weighed 297 pounds, I had a recurring dream. I dreamed that a fairy godmother gave me three wishes. One of my wishes was to weigh 180 pounds. Day and night, my excess weight troubled me.

I'm now 17, and I've weighed 145 pounds for the past two years. Getting and staying fit has been tough, but it's easier than a lifetime of obesity.

My life did a 180 when I lost 150 pounds. Now every day is filled with amazing opportunities. Not long ago, I carried the torch for the 2010 Winter Olympics. I was selected in a national contest as one of 10 teens who exemplify positive living. I can't say it was a dream-come-true because, when I was obese, I never dreamed that big. All I could think of was getting rid of the excess weight.

Carrying 150 excess pounds was difficult. But I also carried some oversized emotional and physical worries--things my family never imagined. They were too close to notice, and I was too embarrassed to share my feelings or ask for help.

My family is loving and supportive, and they would have done anything to help me. But incredibly, they didn't think of me as obese. I was just Taylor--upbeat, opinionated, optimistic. If they'd known what I was experiencing as a grossly overweight teen, they would have helped me get fit.

Why didn't my family realize I was obese? Because a chunky kid can turn into an obese teen so gradually that the people closest to them don't notice.

You may not see your own child as obese. But check the charts. If the calculations say "overweight" or "obese," your child probably feels a lot like I felt. And looking back, I wish I'd told my family:

• "I'm scared." I was terrified of weight-related diseases. I knew overweight kids could have heart disease, high cholesterol, and type 2 diabetes.

• "The teasing hurts." I laughed along with the kids who teased me, but years later, I still remember every hurtful word.

• "I don't fit in." My weight placed a huge barrier between me and my thin peers. The more isolated I felt, the more I turned to food for comfort. And the more I turned to food, the bigger and more isolated I became.

• "I want to be thin." I acted as if my weight didn't bother me, but I promise you, it did.

• "I blame myself." I didn't blame my family for my extra pounds. I felt wholly and miserably responsible.

• "It's hopeless." When I thought about how much weight I needed to lose, it seemed useless even to try.

• "Please, please talk, but I may not listen." I was terrified and knew I needed help. I was also self-conscious and embarrassed. But I would have listened--eventually--if my family had approached me about my weight.

I was terrified and discouraged, and I dreamed of being healthy. Ultimately, I realized that I didn't need a fairy godmother to make my dream come true. It was up to me.

For a long time, I blamed the fat gene. I blamed our family's fast-food lifestyle. I blamed my techie hobbies. My turning point was when I stopped blaming circumstances and took responsibility for my own fitness. I believe that taking responsibility is the key to getting fit.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/taylor-lebaron/super-sized-advice-from-a_b_493960.html#s73433

The video and the article challenged my mind and jump started my new diet and fitness regime. I walked from hendon to burnt-oak and back heavy laden with things. It took a bit more than an hour 30minutes, a far cry from a gruelling 3hours daily work out, but little drops eh?

I think we all should adopt a healthier mindset, and this will transfer to our bodies. Exercise releases hormones that make you look and feel good! It's a win win situation regardless of if you are obese or skinny unless of course you were born with the elusive 'perfect gene' or like Donna Simpson, you have a higher calling!

Donna Simpson, 42m from New Jersey who already weighs 600 pounds is on a mission to double her girth in a bid to become the world’s fattest woman.

Simpson, currently the 43rd-heaviest living woman on record, saya she has her sights on reaching the 1,000-pound mark over the next two years.

To achieve that goal, she eats “mounds of junk food” and moves around as little as possible (huh?), relying on a motorized scooter to get from place to place. “My favorite food is sushi, but unlike others I can sit and eat 70 big pieces of sushi in one go,” she told the Daily Mail.

“I do love cakes and sweet things, doughnuts are my favorite.”

All I can say to that is: at the end of the day, all die na die right?