With the first warmth of spring reappeared the nightmare of pounds.
peep in the windows of pharmacies slimming products on TV are beginning to see the usual nonsense weight loss along the paths appear in the marathon on Sunday. All this got me back to mind a former emplare.
are usually women who are obsessed with their weight.
I have clearly caught the exception.
Personally I never put my belly on top of intolerable physical defects in a man. Much worse on a number 37 feet tall and 80 1. Or the glabrous skin, white cheese oozed type.
So much I did not notice the extra weight of this sample. But he thought me know about them out there: what for me was not a problem for him was a tragedy. I learned that he had never been a figure, but just before he was operated on to know that I do not know. What had brought a drastic weight loss. Recovered from the operation was found with the body dry and had always wanted. Gasatissimo for the unexpected Lapel, former barrel had changed his attitude and wardrobe: the belt is expanded clasped and self-esteem. He had bought a new bike, he had made a new circle of friends, had started attending the gym and local fashion and had a tattoo done as well: a little pink on the biceps.
But the romance lasted little with the scale. The cruel nature had taken revenge on quell'alzata riaffibbiato crest and had lost all the pounds with interest. The
tight T-shirts now stopped the navel, and her mother had made all the pieces to dust. The gym was replaced with a restaurant and a band of drums and showgirls with old childhood friends, classmates bespectacled and balding.
of the golden age only had the bike, not used because there were more local celebrities to be achieved, and the rose on his arm, which now looked like a cabbage.
I met him at this stage to return to the past.
We always went to the restaurant and he ate like a brontosaurus. But I always spoke to what was in form six months before I try again and continually showed the photos of that period. A real little photo book. And then I realized that he had never resigned.
Undaunted, he continued to make purchases for two sizes of less. The orders they looked a bit 'puzzled, a little' pitiful.
"For when dimagrirò."
"Yes, yes, of course."
One day, the restaurant, pulled out a pack of Kilocal.
"He says that work."
"says? Who?
"Television"
"Oh, and then ..." After
pasticcone swallowed, the poor taste of the first ordered three and four seconds.
"Television clearly says that you can eat everything. See? Even the packaging is the figure of a platter of spaghetti and a chicken. "
course, the pounds had increased and the former emplare increasingly distraught air of a beached whale.
a long period I noticed a strange light in his eyes as well as a slight drop in weight and a certain pallor.
"This to me is hiding something."
That night he would not go to a restaurant but in a lounge bar, (which is named so because the bill is always very long to digest). And just ordered an expensive bottle of champagne.
"Celebrating something?"
And maybe eat something, because I've got a hole in my stomach ...
"Mmm ... no, I just want a good French champagne."
"Ah, how nice. Have you eaten?"
"I? Well, yes spiluccato little something home."
Ok, I jump into the deli next door, throw down a couple of bun and then returned do is clown.
"I'm going to buy cigarettes for a moment."
"But you do, do you smoke?"
"I? Well .. no ... I just want a good American Philip Morris."
As I left I realized that the whale swallowing a pill secretly.
I went back to the table, searched him and found that it was a drug appetite, in other words, an anorectic.
"I know, I know, the leaflet is a bit 'dramatic, but I swear that is an exaggeration. It is the only thing really effective. Me are made to arrive from Switzerland. However it is not cause for alarm. It is a natural herbal medicine and has no side effects, no contraindications, for I am beniiissiiiiii .... "
sbam. The whale sank to the ground unconscious.
Luckily the lounge are sighted and are paid first.
the emergency room the dying man escaped with a gastric lavage and a great figure of shit with the doctor on duty who asked sarcastically: "Dr, but fear of the test tenevate costume?"
After that scare, the trippone decided to get serious about diet. Slavishly followed the instructions of the dietitian. Was very precise with the quantities. A coffee and a fruit in the morning. 50 grams of pasta for lunch. A slice of white meat with vegetables in the evening. One tablespoon of oil per day. Not overdriven one iota.
The three horns, the four pizzas, sausages seven and three chocolate bars a day So what? What he had written to the dietician to eat, eat it.
So why the damn scale marked the same weight and even more?
After a month of this "diet" it came to pure paranoia.
"Say that I am fat, tell!"
"But no, you're not from fat, are robust
" No, tell me, so I was mortified, and then I put on a diet. "
" Ok, you are fat. "
"Really?"
"Yes. You're fat. "
" Oh God ... oh God ... you think I'm fat! I kill myself. "
" I had to mortify, not suicide. "
" And why did you tell me I'm fat? "
" I said you're fat? When ever! You're just tough! "
" No. Tell me that are fat. Tell me so I was mortified and I start a diet. "
And so on until exhaustion.
After some time, the ex-emplare began to operate on the fringes of obesity. And he became paranoid schizophrenia. An Easter
watched him while eating a giant chocolate bunny, and did this piece after piece polished speech: "I read an interesting article - gnamgnam - according to recent research it seems that the sugars are primarily responsible for weight gain - gnamgnam - In practice, those who do not eat sweets all the rest can eat peacefully without fear of getting fat-gnamgnam-this is great news for me because I am not a glutton - I prefer the salty-gnamgnam - gnamgnam - sweets, cakes, chocolate, keep it well, do not go below - gnamgnam - especially the chocolate then, strangely I have never made a fool - gnamgnam - "I did not call
Neuro because I had exhausted the credit of the phone.
the sea seemed to be in the company of a woman with her period. Shorts, towels bath around the waist, shirts, vests, and a thousand other tricks to cover up. And hysterical leaks in the water when swimming, after which a furtive glance to make sure that nobody looks at him and away ...! Sull'asciugamano smeared on his stomach.
I'd had enough. The stress of the situation at the end had a slimming effect. But on the wrong person. Me
Every time someone would say "Are you lost weight, you're great!" I could hear the sea lion that gnashed teeth angrily.
"You lose weight do it on purpose, to spite me."
"Now that I think we do, indeed it is true. Why do not you come well Overall you're down, so I lunge to spite me a little '? "
" ARE LOW!? "
In fact I am so sorry that took so bad. Rather than encourage him to lose weight, encouraged her to accept it for what it was. But there was no way. More in despair, the more you spread out like a gondola. As big as nervous as a truck and a Yorkie.
Once in Rome, we had a walk along the Tiber, and I did the usual impassioned lesson on the benefits of taking care of yourself: "... know what I mean? If you 'bout also bundled with forty degrees, if I started to accept your body, and I did not think more than change it, you'd be better psychologically, and stop to eat the shells of mussels ... "
Suddenly a guy with an Ape went past us, slowed down a little and shouted" beautify! BUT DO EC CO 'STA MIXER? ". Then he reared up and drove off. That's right, soaring with the Bee.
"But you see that rude idiot who crashed into a pole."
"The fact you have winked."
, "I am?"
"Yes, he stopped and said that because thou hast made the 'winking from afar. "
All right self-esteem, and that's fine star good about themselves, and fits the physical and psychological discomfort, and fits the conditioning imposed on us by the current models, and fits the need to strike a balance between inner well-being and social needs, and it's fine that man belly man of substance , and it's fine that the body is only the envelope of the soul ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... BUT I DO WE CO 'STA MIXER !?!?!?!
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