The funniest thing just happened

My mom walked into my room and was talking about going on the South Beach Diet (which I'd done twice, seriously, back when I was still a ballerina). On a whim, I decided to go into her bathroom and get on that dreadful weighing scale. Being a dancer and former ballerina (who, stereotypically, should be counting calories per food intake), you would think that I'd be one of those extremely weight-conscious people.

Surprisingly, I hate checking out my weight on a scale and comparing my weight fluctuations on a day-to-day basis. It gives me horrible self-esteem issues, since I never really can tell whether my weight goes up or down based on muscle or due to my genetically large thighs, wide hips, and plump buttocks (blame the mother's side). Back when I was still doing ballet, I would watch what I ate, read the back of a bag of potato chips or a bar of chocolate to calculate the calories I would be consuming, and would (occasionally) starve myself. Well, that was only because ballet is such a demanding industry that requires the "ideal body" of stick-thin arms and legs and bony everything.

I have been on the South Beach Diet very seriously, twice--with actual food in containers with my name on it being delivered to my house every single day. The food was good and I did lose the weight, but after the required 11-day start-up ended, my weight went back to its usual divulgent self. After that diet, I started asking my mom to buy whole wheat bread and avoided sugar. Well, having the crazy sweet tooth that I do, that was an obvious failure from the very beginning.

Why am I talking about diets and weight-watching when my lifestyle is eat what you want, then dance, anyway?

After years of not going on the scale, I finally went on it. After years of being a hundred-and-something pounds "too heavy" for my taste, I've discovered that I am, shockingly, a flat one hundred. How ironic is it that I've gone through the "freshman fifteen" when I started college, resort to McDonald's meals every chance I get, and do not even need to worry about how I look, since the hip-hop world that I am engaged in as of the moment doesn't give a damn about how skinny youshould be?

Funny, isn't it? Something can surprise you when you're too busy worrying about anything but that.

I could really use a burger right now... All this diet talk is making me hungry.