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Chewing the fat

I was reading the blog on Stumptuous the other day, and I came across this study which claims that an adults number of adipose (fat) cells stays fairly constant throughout adult life.

I found this oddly alarming and reassuring. Alarming in the sense that the mental images of the fat mysteriously vanishing from my body in droves was false, but reassuring that I’m still the same old me, just with smaller cells in some aspects.


2 comments May 16, 2008

Seeing what’s not there

For as long as I can remember, I had always been conscious about my abdominal fat. One of my earlier memories was my mum dressing me up in a woollen jumper dress, tights and boots and taking me to see an aunt. There, a couple of my cousins were teasing me, and they asked when my baby was due. I looked down at my stomach, and thought they were talking about the penguin printed on the front. It was only later that I realised they were talking about my stomach, probably made worse by my posture at the time. My cousin’s didn’t mean anything spiteful by it, as a family we tease each other a lot, but as a child, words stuck.

 When I was 10, our class was having the usual awkward sex education discussions, on how our bodies were ever changing. I mentioned to my group that I wasn’t happy with my stomach fat and my teacher reassured me that it was probably just ‘puppy fat’ and it would go as I entered puberty.

Puberty came and went and the puppy fat became an old dawg. During my A levels where I was eating ahoy, combined with raised cortisol levels, I felt that my stomach was being magnified and often during bouts of bloating, I looked like I was in the second trimester of pregnancy.

 Anyway, the story ends well. I found heavy crap to lift and started eating well. The fat came off, is still coming off and I started to get the 2 parallel lines down my abdomen showing off my obliques. There is still work to do. Although sometimes, I still believe I have a wedge of fat spilling over my jeans. When my cousin had a baby after years of trying, she was so stunned that she had finally had her baby, she would wake up in the middle of the night and have to put her hand into his bassinet while he slept, as she was unsure whether she had really given birth or not. At times where I find myself imagining fat, I stroke my abdomen and am surprised to feel that it’s flatter.

 My body has changed quite a bit. My sense of perception, and indeed my senses need a bit of time to catch up

Add comment April 1, 2008

Body fat

So my body fat is currently lingering around the 17% mark. This was quite a pleasant surprise. It wasn’t always like this. Sadly, this means that my corsets are probably a little loose, but luckily, I still have enough cleavage to get away with it.

 When I first started measuring my body fat, I was at 23%. I didn’t even start measuring until I had been working out for 9 months.

 My beloved, who knows me very well presented me with a pair of body fat calipers on Valentine’s day. We’re both in agreement not to do anything to mark the day (I think Valentine’s day should be for children, or men who want to break up with their girlfriends) but it was a lovely gesture all the same.

 So occassionally, we get together in the living room and check that our flatmate is not in. Then we check again. Then we remove our clothes, and mutually grab at each other’s skin and wait for that little ‘click’. After we’re done, I marvel at the little red marks that have been created and do the calculations. Then whatever the progress, static or otherwise, we congratulate each other on a job well done.

Add comment March 16, 2008

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