A Waist Is A Terrible Thing To Mind

On Friday night, when JonMartin and I were out with Andy and the other peeps we ran into at the movie theater, I was having a discussion with one or two of them about weight. I think this was a result of a comment someone made about me being the Silent Bob of the group. I said something to the effect of, “You think I’m tubby now, you should see my college pictures,” and I was hit back with, “A waist is a terrible thing to mind.”

Now, I don’t really think they were thinking I was tubby. I’m certainly at a much better weight than I’ve been for most of my life. What I think they were saying is that paying so much attention to your waistline is a bad idea. Yes, you should try to be healthy. Yes, you should work out if you have the chance. But, you shouldn’t sacrifice what you want to do with your life just to fit into some idealistic mold that’s been set forth by the culture of which you are a part.

I spend too much time worrying about my appearance. My trips to the bathroom at work are exceedingly inefficient. I can never leave without checking my profile at least two or three times. From the front, I’m always generally satisfied. From the side though, I have issues. I mean, I’ll actually mutter to my reflection, “Look at you, you fucking fatass.”

Now, what I guess I’m wondering is whether or not I should take this week’s break from exercising that’s been brought about by this weekend’s injuries and extend it. I do have a lot of reading to do, a lot of writing, and a slew of little projects for both my business and my websites.

Is worrying about my waistline something that should be occupying so much of my time?