{"id":7599,"date":"2023-04-08T20:58:07","date_gmt":"2023-04-08T20:58:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/movesflash.com\/?p=7599"},"modified":"2023-04-08T20:58:07","modified_gmt":"2023-04-08T20:58:07","slug":"the-filthiest-four-letter-word-is-diet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/2023\/04\/08\/the-filthiest-four-letter-word-is-diet\/","title":{"rendered":"The filthiest four letter word is&#8230; DIET"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"tmpl-blog-1 boldgrid-section dynamic-gridblock\">\n<div class=\"container\">\n<div class=\"row\" style=\"padding-top: 76px;\">\n<div class=\"col-lg-2 col-md-12 col-sm-12 col-xs-12\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"col-md-8 col-sm-8 col-xs-12 col-lg-8\">\n<h1 class=\"\" style=\"border-width: 0px;\">The filthiest four letter word is&#8230; DIET<\/h1>\n<p class=\"\" style=\"margin: 20px 0; text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"bg-img alignnone wp-image-7580 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1164\" height=\"554\" srcset=\"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature.png 1164w, https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature-300x143.png 300w, https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature-1024x487.png 1024w, https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature-768x366.png 768w, https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/feature-860x409.png 860w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1164px) 100vw, 1164px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One woman\u2019s rant about herself highlights the long, long road&nbsp;<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">still to go before we as females can address our issues&nbsp;<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">on our, and not on our men\u2019s&#8230; or mothers\u2019, terms.&nbsp;<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I grew up in the Bronx and I had an obese uncle which eventually cost him his life. But God! What rice balls he could make. He was from Sicily and grew up in Brooklyn and besides teaching me how to count to \u201ctree\u201d, he taught me how to enjoy a good Italian meal. Also the couple who had the apartment beneath us were Italian and I used to hover in their kitchen like a stray cat looking for scraps. Oh, how I enjoyed food then! Little did I know it would become my arch nemesis in a few years.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My father told me, \u201cI heard girls shouldn\u2019t read fashion magazines, because it makes them feel bad about themselves.\u201d Oh, the honesty. True that Pops, fashion rags made me feel like complete and total shit with an ounce of hope thrown into the stinking mix. \u2018I hope I can fit into that\u2019, was my most occurring thought.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was never stick thin growing up, but you could hardly categorize me as plump. I\u2019m not going to tell you I was the fat kid with no friends who got voted prom queen. I was liked by many. I played sports. I played instruments. I did theatre. I had sleepovers, birthday parties and went to all the dances. This is not my coming of age story.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is me screaming at the top of my brain why can\u2019t I like myself? For one goddamned moment I would like to put on a dress and smile. The same goes for a bathing suit. OH, those fuckin\u2019 suits. I\u2019d rather wear an entire wet suit and be done with it. At least I have my sense of humor, right?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Right now I am training to run a marathon, so within the past two months I have lost ten pounds. I want to lose ten more. Most probably ten more after that. Who started this shit in my head and how do I get it to turn off?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had a meathead boyfriend in college. He was always going to the gym, with me by his side, and subscribed to all those awful bodybuilding magazines. I was elated. I worked out with him everyday. I worked out by myself. I would work out at least twice a day, plus watch my calories, plus take diet pills. He was oh so encouraging of this behavior. I started to rapidly slim down and when I average about a size 2, I started getting the compliments. I fit into all the clothes. I went into Banana, which I know starts selling clothes at a size 4, and would say sweetly, \u201cIs your smallest size a 4?\u201d The clerks would nod, and I would continue with, \u201cThat\u2019s a shame I\u2019m a 2.\u201d JUST BECAUSE I COULD. That borders on sick twisted anorexic shit. But I felt liked, pretty. I felt people just wanted to be my friend because of what I looked like AND I LIKED IT. Never mind, I graduated with honors and studied Medieval Literature at Oxford University. I want those size zero pants to go over my ass.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I have been on every single diet imaginable \u2013 seriously think of one, yup did that one too. I have taken every single diet pill on the market and some that were not; cocaine for example. If I were rich, I would be a cokehead. Not a pretty thought to put out there, but I would. It gives you energy, and suppresses your appetite. You lose your soul, but shit that sample sale is a-waiting. I am not rich, I am a writer therefore I\u2019m an alcoholic not a cokehead.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shortly after college, I had another boyfriend who was from the south. Can you say, \u201cfried Oreos?\u201d He was little bit chunky and I was a little bit chunky (by whose comparison?) when we first met. I liked him because he was older and I wanted to impress him. Doesn\u2019t matter that I had more schooling or was more cultured than him, I still felt less superior. I immediately joined a gym and went to all the classes. I was still on the diet pills, but I now upped the daily dosage.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It is actually such a shame, because I do love food so much. I\u2019m not talking about that fast food crap \u2013 that IS crap. No one should eat it, it should be outlawed. It makes our kids fat and makes it easier for Mom and Dad to stay later at work, but don\u2019t get me started on that.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I love food. Meat, fish, rice, veggies, fruit, pasta, chicken, everything. I should be able to enjoy life guiltlessly. I live in the center of the universe, with everything at my disposal. I should grab that bull buy the reigns and ride that bad boy all the way home. But I can\u2019t let one morsel pass my lips without thinking what I will deny myself later since I had this now. I also am secretly THRILLED when my girlfriends gain weight, most of who seem not to mind since they are enjoying their life. They have their men, their apartments, their career \u2013 all of which I have as well but they are enjoying themselves.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, I do have another boyfriend and he is absolutely adorable. He\u2019s also 23. As I aforementioned I am training for a marathon, and of course I am not anywhere happy with my physic but I feel somewhat saner. I do not know if its\u2019 the extra endorphins being released or the caffeine pills or the constant sex with a 23-year-old, but I feel ok. I still hate everyone thinner than me, those fuckin gorgeous people that only live on the planet L.A. I still violently read the latest Vogue cover to cover. I still contemplate bulimia. I still follow the latest diets, trends. I still belong to a gym and besides running twice a week I do yoga the other two days and will start cross training by bicycling. Will I ever be fully content with myself outside? Who the hell knows. All I am aware of is that I will forever be comparing my stomach to yours, my thighs to hers, my boobs to my mom\u2019s. On the lighter side (pun intended), my boyfriend picked me up from my weekend away last night and it looks like he\u2019s put on a little weight. * smiles *&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The filthiest four letter word is&#8230; DIET One woman\u2019s rant about herself highlights the long, long road&nbsp; still to go before we as females can address our issues&nbsp; on our, and not on our men\u2019s&#8230; or mothers\u2019, terms.&nbsp; I grew up in the Bronx and I had an obese uncle which eventually cost him his [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7580,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[32],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-7599","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-featured"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7599","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7599"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7599\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}