Don't Worry, Be Fatty

REJOICE! I ANNOUNCE to you a great joy. Fat finally wins.

Woh!, what a startling and complete reversal of all facts believed about optimal weight. Finally, something to deconstruct media images of skinny-is-beautiful.

Viva la Fatty

Over the past six months I have quietly packed on a few (well ok, several) extra pounds. Or rather those fat cells stealthily crept up all over me. Maybe a wee bit plump or pudgy, I would concede privately.

Alas, what airy-fairy self-delusion.

"Sudah gemuk ah (?)" was the candid greeting-with-a-ColgateGrin from my friendly newsvendor who recently returned from a home trip to India

Woo-hoo! so now, fat is not so bad after all. Chubby will outlive Skinny. Yay! Hip-Hip Hooray! Fat is healthier-than-thou thought. Go lah, eat and be merry!

As someone who has vainly kept those skimpy Size 8 Table Eight dresses, I can barely contain my relief and delight. With the benchmark for overweight revised upwards, I can from now on, safely exhale even with clothes on. At Size 10, I am not overweight, I am slim, once more. This definitely calls for a celebration.

And so... on this second merry day of May, pleasantly-plump me celebrated the joyful revelation by pigging out at a buffet lunch. Never one to do stuff by halves, I gleefully went the whole hog - a leisurely tuck-in-till-you-burst marathon that lasted from noon till 5pm. *blush*

Now in surfeit and weighed down by all that food, the euphoria has passed. Good sense is starting to weigh in, heavily.

1. The only clear conclusion is that the exact number of deaths caused by weight can’t be measured.

2. The weakening mortality effect might be due to improved treatments for obesity.

3. It's likely they have minimised the implications. I might live longer being fat, but I’ll likely be sicker.

With these facts sinking in, I'm beginning to feel quite disgusted with myself.