Tuesday, February 07, 2012
So, I'm talking to my mom on the phone the other night and she says to me, "You know, I was feeling sorry for myself because I need to lose some weight and then I thought how much worse you have it dear. What with my mother's metabolism, the McGuire (my mother's side) butt and the Swedberg (my father's side) thunder thighs. I could have it so much worse." Wow. Good talk Mom. That got me thinking. As familial circumstances for being fat go, I seriously got the shaft. Let me explain; I am Finnish on my mom's side and Swedish on my dad's. Seeing the pattern? Yes, I am built to live in a really cold climate. Trouble is I live in 21st century California, so I've never had to go ice fishing for a meal. Sure there are a couple advantages; I got Ingrid Bergman cheekbones and valkyrie blond hair. Also I'm pretty sure that if I ever survived a plane crash onto a snowy Andes mountain top I would last way longer than any skinny brats who keel over because they only have enough fat stores for 2 days leaving me to subsist on their svelte corpses. But I digress. You see, my mother's side of the family consists of diminutive, but very tough women, who have the kind of extra wide birthing hips that allow one to give birth in 5 minutes, because that is exactly how long you can lay in the snow without freezing to death. My dad's side consists of statuesque vikings, with big thighs and long legs. My brother got the viking build, and while I've seen his little pot belly come and go, when he needs to get in shape for work (he's in the military), all it takes is a month or two of grilled pork chops and pull ups for him to resemble Dolph Lungren circa 1985. But me on the other had? Oh, I got the viking thighs alright, but I also got the birthing hips and I'm only 5' 2"! WTF?! The thing is that everyone on both sides of my family has struggled with weight at one time or another... and won. I'm the only who's still fat, maybe I'm just making up excuses to feel sorry for myself, but since my mother pointed this out to me I can't help but feel as though I got a raw deal genetics-wise. Dear readers please post and tell me, do ever feel as though your family backround had hurt or helped your weight loss goals?