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There's this PR guy called Ronn Torrissian, whose client list makes me laugh.
His firm represents, among others -- Puff Daddy/P Diddy and his various companies, the Christian Coalition, the Israeli Ministry of Tourism and the Zionist Organization of America.
If you look at Torrosian's full roster of clients, there are other examples of his tight relationship with these disparate groups -- extremely right-wing Jews, rappers and hip-hop artists, and fundamentalist Christians.
This guy gets around.
Can I blame blogging for weight gain? Please?
For most of you, who don't know what I look like in real life, I'm not thin. OK, I'm fat. But I've always been that passable kind of fat girl, the "such a pretty face and otherwise attractive fat."
I've always had a soft spot for Monica Lewinsky -- even though I never went as far as doing the President of the United States under his desk -- I can understand how a chubby girl can do really stupid things to try to prove to herself and the world that she's attractive.
Anyway, bottom line is that it's never interfered in a major way with my life, or made me a terribly unhappy person, it just adds an undercurrent of insecurity and lack of confidence that just shouldn't be there -- I meet a guy and my assumption is that he's not attracted to me rather than that he is. Important when you are single, less so when you are married.
Bottom line -- I've had a pretty good life so far, despite the weight. True, I may have missed out on some incredibly fabulous life I could have had if I had been me but thin -- but that's all water under the bridge.
So I've put dieting on the back burner over the past decade, when other priorities moved ahead of looking hot -- career, birthing and raising two kids, adjusting to life in Israel. I've accepted and embraced myself the way I am physically. Fat acceptance, I guess you'd call it. But as happens when you're married with kids and moving through your 30's, even more pounds crept on.
A year ago, I took a look at myself -- literally -- and realized that I was crossing a line -- no longer cute but chubby -- as I push 40, I'm falling into the category of fat and middle-aged.
So in October 2002, I started Weight Watchers. I was on the website all the time, signed up for mailing lists, recipes, really got into it -- and succeeded, by the summer, to lose 25 pounds. A drop in the bucket of what I needed to lose, but a great start.
Then blogging took over. I dumped my dieting obsession for a blogging obsession. True, it kept me occupied and my hands busy, but I lost that neccessary focus. All along, I've kept exercising, but bottom line for me is that if I don't control what goes in my mouth -- I'm lost.
I gained five pounds during a trip to Italy -- and lost it. Now I'm facing eight pounds gained over my August trip to the U.S. and the Jewish holidays. I'm back on the wagon.
In a year, I'm going to turn 40. How cool would it be to really buckle down and do something about it this year?
I still support the concept of the Fat Acceptance movement, think discrimination against fat people is unacceptable, and I completely endorse the right to choice to embrace oneself at a higher weight and not fight it and not diet. It's a legitimate choice, and at certain points in my life, I've made that choice in the past. I happen to be at a point in my life where I DO want to do something about it.
This is why I've resolved to blog about the subject. I'm not going to let my blog be yet another excuse to run away from it. And I know I'm not alone in the blogosphere. Check out the comments that resulted from this post...
