Sex and Intimacy When You're Fat | WNPR News. According to statistics, one in every three Americans is obese and two of every three are overweight. While we know that extra fat may set us up for heart disease, diabetes, and musculoskeletal problems, we don't really know how fat affects sex and love. Sarah Varney, a senior health correspondent for Kaiser Health News says in her new book, "XL Love: How the Obesity Crisis is Complicating America's Love Life" that fat is complicating how we date and mate, prevents us from fining happiness, and tips otherwise happy couples into divorce.
And, that doesn't include the physical limitations fat imposes on the sexual act itself. But, isn't there another side. Sex and love are not the same. Today, we explore both sides. Guests: Sarah Varney is the author of "XL Love: How the Obesity Crisis is Complicating America's Love Life," and is senior health policy correspondent for Kaiser Health News. The HAES® files: Fat Studies in Popular Culture/American Culture | Health At Every Size® Blog. By Rev. Dr. E-K Daufin The Popular Culture/American Culture Association is an international, academic organization whose different areas of research and interest cover alphabetically from Academic and Collegiate Culture through World’s Fairs and Expositions, with a lot in between.
Popular Culture includes discovering the social impact of media, media support industries, live exhibits and performances. Of special interest to ASDAH members is the PCA/ACA Fat Studies Area. That area hosted nine different sessions at the 44th annual national conference in Chicago, April 16-19, 2014, where about 30 other scholars and I from across the globe presented on Fat Stigma and Activism, Fitness and Diet Cultures, Fat and Visual Media, among other topics.
Here’s a sampling of my interpretation from some of the Fat Studies sessions. Three Fat Studies scholars and a HAES® oriented business man critiqued Dr. Michaela A. Let us continue and step up the intersectionality work in all earnest. Rev. Like this: Emotional Consequences of Weight Loss - Weight Loss Journey. I stood at the bar, awkwardly clutching my mango margarita. My two girlfriends were chatting up a mechanical engineer and his cousin, who was visiting from out of town. Feeling left out, I tried to make eye contact with a cute guy by the door. He ignored me. Stay a little longer, I told myself. You've been here for just an hour. It's only 9 p.m. This was not how I imagined my big debut. I had recently lost 40 pounds — mostly by upping my intake of vegetables and whole grains and cutting out sugar, pasta, and white bread — and had taken my friends' advice to wear clothes that showed off my body. The air-conditioning was cranked up, and I felt the cold air on every inch of exposed skin — my bare arms, legs, cleavage, and collarbone, which finally had reappeared after years of being encased in fat.
"I'm really tired," I told my friends. Sometimes, I missed my fat. People always talk about the benefits of weight loss, but there's little discussion about the sheer shock of it. What I miss from 135lbs ago… Part 1. I miss some aspects of life when I was big. 135lbs ago. I miss the reckless abandon. I miss the volume of food, the horizon of eats that lay before me on a table, knowing full well that the only thing stopping me was my fist-sized stomach. And even then there was always stretch. I miss the way the fourth slice of pizza tastes. The fifth even more.
I miss bricks of brownie + ice cream + caramel + whipped cream + the crumblies of a Reese’s twosome. I miss when menus at restaurants were just lists of delicious dinners. I miss not thinking for more than four seconds before deciding that, why yes, I’d absolutely adore donuts for breakfast. I miss plunging my forearm into a bucket of thrice buttered pop corn at the movie theater. I miss brunching with sausage, egg, and cheese on greased and griddled everything bagels in the dining hall at college. I miss all ten inches of that buffalo chicken pizza I called for when the party music stopped playing.
5 Things I Miss About Weighing More Than 300 Pounds. I used to weigh more than 300 pounds. I smoked like a house on fire, I drank like a blues guitarist, I ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, and I never, ever exercised. In 2003 I lost more than half my body weight. In 2007 I started a wildly successful personal training career. Today I’m fit enough to run (though I usually choose not to), and thin enough to comfortably wiggle my butt into size 6 jeans (though I usually wear super-stretchy workout clothes). You might think that when I reflect on my 300-pound self that it would be with disdain or pity. 1. Being fat gave me natural physical strength. 2. At bedtime I lie down in a sea of pillows. 3.
When I was fat I understood that most weight changes are fleeting and insignificant. As an obese woman I experienced the world every day in a body that was judged, undervalued, demonized, mocked, feared, despised, and avoided. 4. Starting and maintaining friendships was easier when I was fat. 5. SHARE SHARES 145.0k.