I dunno. The guy with cammo and bandana is the only one of us with real combat experience. He fought in the war..and naturally, he's awesome at painball. It turns out I'm too. And another hint - I have a beard!
edited 11th Dec '10 8:21:57 AM by EternalPhoenix
I'd like to be fitter, but my asthma pretty much rules out running for any meaningful length of time. I dislike having my lungs on fire.
Not that this mattered to the physical education teachers of days long past, mind. Sadistic bastards.
I used to be stick thin, which I hated, but now I'm getting a little pudgy around the stomach area, which I hate even more.
With cannon shot and gun blast smash the alien. With laser beam and searing plasma scatter the alien to the stars.I'm 5'4" and 110 pounds. I have a very narrow torso (I am actually wider at the hips and narrower at the waist, which strikes me as kind of weird given that I'm a guy) and similarly narrow, downward-sloping shoulders...that is to say, they're not broad. For the overall dimensions of my torso, my neck appears unusually thick, and my head rather large. I'm 20 and male, in case you forgot.
So am I confortable with this? More or less. I wish my torso hadn't turned out this way, but it's not that strong a wish.
The important thing is that I had no choice, all of this happened because of my radiation treatments for cancer at age 3. Some stuff was fused together, keeping me from reaching my full potential size. But hey, I'm alive (not like there was much risk in this particular case anyway) and that's what's important.
Interestingly enough, I've held steady at this weight for a few years now, even though here at college I eat a lot more than I did in high school, and it's mostly sort of junky food. Then again, I don't eat very much compared to the average 20-year-old guy (I think I have a smaller stomach or something) and the campus is built on a hill, so I get plenty of unofficial exercise. I'm not very strong and my lung capacity is awful, but I consider myself a lot less out of shape than a person could be under the circumstances.
Flora Segunda | World Made By Hand | Monster Blood Tattoo ^You should read these series.I guess it varies on the time, and the type of people I'm around. Sometimes I feel really good about myself when I'm around guys who appreciate my curves, sometimes I feel terrible when I'm around guys who call me a fat whale for having curves. Yes, I'm horribly insecure and depend on other people's approval.
Also, I'm surprised by people's running times. I run a mile in eight minutes flat, and I always thought this was pretty bad (most of my friends do it in seven minutes or less).
Based on my last Navy PRT cycle, I am 72.5" tall, 208 pounds (literally just under the weight limits) and ran 1.5 miles in 12:52 (which for a 30 year old man, is good). I would like to drop back under 200 pounds, since about ten pounds of weight it just my gut, caused by too much mountain dew and not enough exercise. I have been hitting a treadmill for an hour a day, 4-5 days a week, for the last two months in an effort to make this happen.
As for losing weight, anyone who really wants to drop pounds just needs to join the Navy and go out to sea on a carrier. Nothing like staring at your tray and wondering just WTF they served to make you skip meals.
I'm 5'3" and around 140 lbs. Almost all of that weight is around my hips, which I am self-conscious about. It appears to be something that runs in my family. Besides that little thing, I feel fine about my looks and body image. I'm more curvy than skinny, but not "overweight".
And it bothers me when in gym class there are normally healthy-looking girls who eat healthy diets who start freaking out and exercising too much while eating too little because some BMI chart called them fat.
Would you kindly click my dragons?Even despite how critical about myself I am, I think I'm pretty good-looking. Though apparently dating across races is God-forsaken around here and I abhor the attitude of exchange students, so I guess it doesn't really amount to much.
Still, I wouldn't mind if I lost a few more pounds — apparently I look 20 pounds less than I actually weigh (if I go by the outright-offensively-honest-about-personal-appearance Asian judgment) but the actual number isn't helping me escape the "oh God I'm obese :(" mode I was in during the teenage years.
But in the end I think I'm pretty handsome. Do you think I am attractive, too? Oh, sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of how pretty I am. Don't bother telling me again, because I'm off to look at myself in a mirror.
EDIT: Oh! As for the weight management, adopting pescetarian diet helped me out greatly. I couldn't fully drop all meat as I've always had trouble with nutrient minerals, but I come across fish rarely enough around here that the vast majority of my diet is vegetarian. Additionally, eating nuts only for snacks must have contributed as well... I think. It's also cheaper.
edited 30th Dec '10 11:24:25 PM by sz
"Good year and model, but Vladimir Putin is strangling journalists in the back seat."I've got a few more months of gym going to go before I am happy with everything about my physical form, I stopped going for december because dad was in hospital and I had to help mum out whilst doing voluntary stuff.
But as this is the time of New years promises I might as well try and get back into it
I'm 5'4"-5'5", and about 128 lbs usually. I'm pretty happy about that, but I haven't been able to get to a gym in a week, so I've probably gained some weight. So I'm not as happy about my looks as usual.
I like the way my face looks with makeup, but not without it.
"All pain is a punishment, and every punishment is inflicted for love as much as for justice." — Joseph De Maistre.I'm generally pleased.
Pros:
- I lack a gut and still have muscles (an accomplishment after one passes 30). Manual labor for the win!
- I got high cheekbones and "kissable lips" (a girlfriend's quote).
- My girlfriend is looking over my shoulder and compels me to mention cock size. Blame her. No, really...
- I'm tall, but not too tall (6'1"), which gives me long legs that apparently look good in tight jeans.
Cons:
- My hairline's trying to shake hands with the back of my scalp, and slowly succeeding.
- I still get acne. Like, "whoa, who's your friend?" acne. That's not fair.
- my teeth suck. Too many years of sodas, smoking and two car accidents have rendered my smile crooked, stained and cavity-ridden.
- For some reason, when I smile I look like a creep-tastic villain. Tropers have compared me to Lucius Malfoy.
I'm satisfied. You decide.
If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~- For some reason, when I smile I look like a creep-tastic villain. Tropers have compared me to Lucius Malfoy.
edited 4th Jan '11 6:43:23 AM by BlueNinja0
That’s the epitome of privilege right there, not considering armed nazis a threat to your life. - Silasw^ Don't capitalise "quoteblock".
I'm not happy with my looks. On a good day, I just don't care. On a bad day, it makes me feel depressed.
I'm quite unfit (skinny as a rake and very little muscle), but it's not my lack of physical fitness that bothers me so much as my skin, my height, my face... pretty much everything else, really.
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The StaffI used to have absolutely abominable teeth. So, I got the all the atrocious ones yanked and got a couple partial plate dentures now, and my god do they look great. It was the cheaper of the two options. And having gone through mass teeth pullings, seeing teeth pulled or ripped out in horror movies gives me chills. Brings me back to that pain-ridden month.
Aside from that, yeah I like how I look. I may be pale as a ghost due to my lack of tanning ability (I just burn. I'm really fair-skinned) but dammit I know I look good.

I'm okay with it. The girls here are all ridiculously attractive - which hasn't exactly done wonders for my self-esteem - but as long as I can blend in somewhat, it's not an issue.