I’m one of the lucky ones. I have thin genes. I assume it’s the genes, because my immediate family is thin, too. I’ve leafed through self-help books about eating like a skinny person, and that’s how I eat. I’m not worried that I won’t get enough, so I partake of what I want, and never feel deprived. Don’t hate me. There are plenty of things not as easy. Like sleep. I’m the worst sleeper. I envy friends who slip into bed and crash. That’s life. You win some, you lose some.
I read about a survey [1] published in the July issue of Obesity that within a few years of tying the knot, people (especially women) are twice as likely to become obese as those who are just dating. I wonder if the study had a control group of single people who aren’t dating. Maybe that’s why I’m skinny. All those years on my own.