Oh, and the accusation that I gained my weight stuffing eclair after eclair down my throat wasn't my favorite moment, either. I could stand naked in front of a middle school pep rally and not get such insensitivity (although I could get jail time). I am not advocating streaking your local middle school.
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Not so fast. It seems after a pretty quick Google search, there isn't much support for the doctors' claim (they don't provide a citation, either), and, frankly, I'm not sure how much I can really trust them after comparing my waistline to the moon.
THE MOON!
The nerve.
The fact is that a very small number of those of us who are overweight or who have struggled with weight issues can blame the extra pounds on extraneous circumstances. Again, those people are the extreme minority. For me, instead of blaming my deodorant, my parents, the cycle of the moon, or President Obama (it just seems easy to blame the president for ANYTHING) for my extra weight, I need to be honest with myself and admit my weight came on from a love of all things starchy and fried, and sometimes nothing sounds better than pizza and breadsticks drowning in garlic butter at 9pm. For most of us, the responsibility for our wanting to lose some excess weight starts and ends with ourselves, and that's okay. Own it, and then start taking steps that work for us as individuals to fix it.
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