USE OF LAXATIVES TO LOSE WEIGHT. LOW FAT DIET BOOKS.
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TheMirrorOfAnIdealLife - Pt2
School was okay I guess. I pretty much 'ruled' in classes when I was in my primaries. My grades were always among the top 3, consistently year after year. Not only that, I managed to break a few acedemic records before I even reached my teens. Gender problems aside, I think I can pinpoint the exact moment when I began to 'fall' in my grades. It simply happened when I just had too much to do. And having no time for anything else, maintaining good grades simply became a priority for me. And with the added pressure of making those grades, I had also to worry about disappointing my parents should I fail to maintain those high standards. A typical primary year in my hometown consisted of 8 subjects, spread out over the course of each week from 7:20 in the morning till about 1:30 in the afternoon. About 3 times a week at 3:00 I would have two hours of tuition to give me the 'advantage' over the other students. The remaining two days as well as a good portion of the weekend were spent in music school learning how to coax a decent Scarlatti from the Baldwin my dad bought me. Not only that, I had to get a good dose of sports thrown in as well. The weekend mornings were spent in TaeKwonDo, Kendo and the odd tennis and softball lessons. I still remember my SiFu telling me to 'harden' my fists when hitting a padded shield. A few hours later, my piano teacher (who I might add is the singularly most beautiful woman I have ever met) would ask me to 'soften' my hands when dealing with those pesky Czernys ('Studies in Velocity' - I hate that book ... ) So you can imagine the pressure faced. The sheer weight of demands were starting to take its toll on me. Over the course of the intervening years, my grades began to slip one by one. The one day in 1986, I ended up at the very bottom of the class. I had suffered my first nervous breakdown. I was only 14. I would never recover face from coming home to a very disappointed and angry parents. I could not explain why I could not write a single thing on my tests. They could not understand that I simply could not write. I came in at number 42 out of 43 people in Class 2A. The beatings did not stop and for the life of me, I could not regain my foothold in class. If there was ever an opportunity to change a single moment of history in my life, I would go back to that exact moment to change. Sadly, time-travelling DeLoreans don't exist. Even I know that. The gender problems just made it a lot worse. Having lost the one thing that set me apart from the rest of my peers made me finally cave in deep into myself. Realising that I was well over my head with my workload, I simply gave up trying to please. I could not for the life of me find the time to study. Playtime was completely out of the question. I even had a schedule on when I should sit down and eat. Skipping meals and eating badly became the norm. As a result, I often got sick. The moments of sickness made me realise that at least temporarily, I was cared for, not for what I could produce acedemically, but because of the natural concern for parents to nurse a sick child. I knew I was a disappointment to my parents then in terms of being the 'smart one' for their attentions turned to my siblings. I became less favoured in their eyes and they had begun to dress me down in from of my more 'superior' cousins. But still I tried. I concentrated on the subjects I was good at in school and promptly let the others slide away. As a result, I finished high school with a basic average grade. I was still at the top bracket of course. But not at the very top my parents would have preferred. 1986 also marked the year I started getting addicted to being sick. I had in fact remember incidents as far back as when I was 7. I remember the incident very well. I was standing in the TV room with my grandmother when all of a sudden I found myself on the floor, covered in sick, with a hysterical mother beside me. Turned out that I had passed out from an acute asthma attack and promptly spent the next 7 weeks being escorted almost everywhere by a close family member while being dosed heavily with Longifene, Ventolin and Intal. All three drugs followed me in a small pouch pretty much everywhere and even today, I still carry some of its modern variations in my handbag. 1986 also marked my love affair with hospitals. I lost count the number of times I had to be admitted for something or another. In those times, I felt my parent's love. By the time I had left high school, I was throwing up a lot. My weight fluctuated because of the steroids and drugs I was on. I could go between 'fat' and 'emanciated' in the course of a few months. I could not tell what caused what. Whether the drugs made me puke or whether I was genuinely sick and throwing up was a part of it. The constant battle with my health became a serious concern with my parents and realising that their love now hinged on their concern for my health made me give up equatingQuod Me Nutrit Me Destruit
I've seen this idea everywhere and I decided to do my own. An estimated 1 in 100 American women binges and purges to lose weight. In the UK, nearly 2 in every 100 secondary school girls suffer from anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa or binge eating disorder. It is estimated that 200,000 to 300,000 Canadian women aged 13 to 40 have anorexia nervosa and twice as many have bulimia. Studies suggest that 5 to 10 percent of people with anorexia or bulimia are males. In a study of children aged 8-10, approximately 50 per cent of girls said they were unhappy with their size. In a study of girls aged 9-15, more than 50 per cent claimed they exercised to lose weight, nearly 50 per cent claimed they reduced food intake in order to lose weight, and approximately 5 per cent claimed to use their parents' diet pills or laxatives in order to lose weight. The media needs to stop telling us what their definition of beauty is. kthnx.
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