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Too Short for My Weight

Pretty and plump

By Al Carlos Hernandez
Published on LatinoLA: August 6, 2006


Too Short for My Weight


There is one thing that irrespective of race, gender, or political affiliation we as Americans have in common: we all gain weight after 35. Deal with it. Latinos call plump people Gordos, meaning shaped like a gourd. Being a Gordo is a good thing, because to get here a la Brava you need to be a fast flaco.

Ever since mid-November, my pants started becoming too snug, the Sunday suits shrank, and I could barely lace up the Stacy Adams shoes, so I went to the plan B: Slip ons. You know you have weight issues when your feet are noticeably fatter.

Different people handle the battle of the bulge differently. My wife?s gay friends used to stroll into her shop and announce quite sincerely to other male stylists. ?Girl, they are having a sale at Pretty and Plump and the cashiers on commission were asking for you by name, honey??

I have never had a weight problem, always thin, usually anxious, inattentive to the luxury of food, and just don?t have the wide glide body type. I?ve grown for no particular reason a little pot belly thing, almost like a lard-filled skin covered fanny pack just above the waistline. It?s funny to me when people say they are just big boned, how does one explain the junk in the trunk, then?

What I have, according to, I don?t know what you call them, Pork-ologists, or diet Doctors, is considered "Vanity Pounds." VP is not only a useless political appendage, it is extra and unwanted weight that somehow detracts from visceral or asthestic cuteness. Men suffer from this the most. This is why our shoes seldom matches the outfits, because during middle age often times you can?t see the shoes in action because the beer belly blocks the view downward.

Given my apparent pot ponch, I have three options; Watch what I eat. During Tamale, See?s Candy, and home made cookie season that's not going to happen. Two, work out by doing brisk mile walks with Miss Sally, which makes us both even hungrier when we come back, this time forcing me to down a few sugar filled sodas, Three, my traditional, forget about it and the anxiety will burn it away sometime during a career crisis while working on a TV pilot drop deadline.

Women deal with weight gain different then men. Before they eat something delightfully high in calories they say things like, "I really shouldn?t." Then they hate themselves when they get home. Guys on the other hand could care less, and simply buy bigger clothes.

In all fairness there are men who work out, watch their diets and keep a very trim six pack waistline. These men are called ?Single?. Married men who pick up a single man's body image and work out regime are hoping to become ?Single?.

I have only two responses when asked if someone is gaining weight. If a woman asks, the answer is always no, no matter what. If asked by a man, I am forced to call him a Dork, unless he is gay then I say yes, then they accuse me of being a ?Breeder?.

My brother in laws revelation about his change in girth came as quite a surprise. It seems he was at a fancy resort hotel and just jumped out of the shower, in one of those huge marble glass and mirrored bathroom spas. As he was drying himself he caught a glimpse of a huge white buffalo-like posterior and it scared him. He roiled up a towel and was ready to attack the beast with, a time tested high school prank whip snap technique. He stalked the bathroom like a crazed Indiana Jones only to discover that the beast was a true reflection of his ample seating capacity.

Don?t hate and turn red if that has ever happened to you?

My belt seems to be a chronological and linear yardstick given my ever changing size of emotional well being and belly weight. Sometimes back two or three notches, sometimes one notch from the end. One holiday season I loaned my belt to one of my sons, lost my identity, but started all over with a new larger belt and felt good about myself again.

Looking back on my rail thin big haired days, I realized that the reason I never put on extra weight was because I was type A ambitious, anxious worrier who would burn off more calories than I took in, fretting about things that would never happen, obsessed about making it.

In middle age I have discovered that making it isn?t anything, and not making it isn?t anything, it?s all about having a good ride along the way.

?There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice?.

-John Calvin




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