FatSo 3

Even though I wake up feeling like I've been chasing chicken all night, I manage to be at work by ten and work until about 8pm. I'm tired all the time. I want to sit all the time but I've started walking a lot. If I get the new house, I might be able to exercise daily by walking to and from work.

The new house overlooks the banks of the Nairobi River. There's a rumor going round that the government is planning to built an ultra modern shopping complex all along the banks. I hope it's true and I hope I live to see it. In fact. I hope I own that house forever. I think I might buy the house soon. I mean the residential complex. It's a sweet place to live and to own.

I can only hope I won't be alone and lonely like a certain someone I know.

FatSo continued...

I woke up today feeling fatter than ever. Don't know how much I weigh, I'm afraid to know but that's stupid. I know the stuff that goes through my mouth and my lack of any sort of muscular activity is to blame. Matt says I shouldn't start any sort of regime that I'm not likely to continue forever. I know his right. I just don't see how I'm going to manage doing something from now until the day I die or get incapacitated.

So, we all know that diets are the hardest to stick to. Movement is a more likely solution to this little fat issue I'm having to deal with. I've walked before. Long distances. It's not a big deal to me. The problem is the time during which I can walk and the routes that I can walk without fear of strangulation by a strange man. The women criminals are rarely violent here, they're just crafty. So I've analyzed my options. They're not that many. I shall have to bid goodbye the midnight chapati's I've come to love. No more creamy sauces for my vegetables.

I'm not sure that water works. They say it does, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me.

I think I'll take Cole Phifer's advice and free myself from the 'Captivity of Negativity'. As soon I get positive about being healthy and stuff like that, I'll start to shed the unnecessary fat from my body.

Or will I?

FatSo

So I just went upstairs to like hijack a few white sheets of paper and I ran into a guy I haven't seen for a while. I mean I've seen him but we don't usually have time to speak like we did today. So, he was polite - at first - asking how I was and where I'd been I said "The floor right below yours". I mean if he really wanted to see me he could've taken the stairs said a quick halo then floated back onto his floor on that over inflated ego of his right?

So now things get mean. So I say that I'd come for some printing paper and he has me take some of his. I take 5 sheets even though I need like a hundred and fifty sheets. Just as I'm about to leave he drops this one on me.

"You've grown big eh?"

"Yeah, I'm like the fattest 24 year old on earth." I don't get embarrassed that easily. I've been fat for 10 out of those 24 years of my life so I'm used to the comments by now. So he continues.

"Don't you have like a skipping rope or something?"

I say:

"Ah No. Yeah I have a rope but it doesn't help that I come to work and sit does it? Then there's the little matter of the genes. You won't find anyone skinny in my family, heck! my clan. We're all a bunch of fatsos." And it's true.

I went on to explain how I have tried everything. I've dieted lost a few pounds then gained them all back. I've walked to work for months on end but lost only the fat in my fat ass and nowhere else. I just can't beat the fat genes.

So we finally end the conversation with a 'see ya' and I come down the stairs laughing at myself for making fun of myself. Does that make sense? If it doesn't, you're the slow one. I get to my desk and I tell my friend about how someone just told me in not so many words that I am fat. And I'm here thinking, wow! it is true. I'm fat as a pig and I'm getting fatter by the minute. There are these images of women on Oprah and Tyra saying how cool it is to be fat and that it's stupid to make fun of fat people. I think they're wrong. I think it's unhealthy to be fat. I think it slows you down when you're fat.

Fat is good but not when it shows through your clothes and flesh. I shall continue this discussion with myself tomorrow.

Adios.