What do skinny people worry about?

lol, your post made me laugh!  Thank you!

My best friend is one of the skinny people you are referring to.  Well I thought she was.  Then at some point in our lives, I started doubting it.  I started noticing her eating habits, or lack of eating I should say.  I was very subtle.  Of course I am not sharing my every meals with her!  A few months ago, she finally accepted to say it out loud:  she is my complete opposite!  I eat too much, she eats too little! 

Sometimes the skinny ones are also thinking of dieting, of food consumption, calories, carbs...

So we both came to the conclusion that I should keep eating, give her half of it (we haven't found a way yet though but I am sure it would be good to do some research on this) which she will lose for us.  This way, we will both be healty (physically, not mentally hahaha!!!!)

Sarah.

None of my girlfriends or sisters are overweight and yet there concern with their weight is huge.  they are constantly on it to make sure it doesn't go above what it acceptable for them.  i grew up with a mother and two aunts.  The "big one" was a size 10.  Yet these women were always on a diet. My mother had a 5lb threshold for vacations and weddings etc   where she'd gain five lbs and then be down to fruit and yogurt, cottage cheese and some sort of shake, until she lost it.  It's the same crappy world, just the numbers are smaller.

 The ones I know pretty much worry about the same stuff.  I hear my coworkers talking about their workouts.  Some of them use MyFitnessPal and have never had an issue with their weight.  They look at menus in restaurants for nutrition data just like I do now.

My Nephew is in college ROTC and goes to basic training next month.  He was a high school athlete and has had abs since I changed his diaper!  Seriously!  We eat pretty much the same stuff.

My Niece, pretty much the same thing - without the Army bit.  She rides rodeo and works out and is mindful.

Normal is normal, whether you never left it or had to work your ass off to get back to it.

Vent away, I understand,  but be careful what you wish for.

Hyperthyroidism nearly killed me. Trust me when I say you never want to experience a thyroid storm.  The most common cause of hyperthyroidism, Graves' Disease, is really 4 related autoimmune diseases  including Thyroid Eye Disease, Thyroid Dermopathy, and achropachy. I've had 3 extremely painful operations on my eyes, and I've been hospitalized multiple times due to the elephantistic version of the skin disease I suffer from.  The mass doses of steroids I took to keep from going blind and throwing blood clots in my legs are also largely responsible for the massive weight gain(s) I had that made VSG necessary.  20 years later, I still suffer greatly from Graves' and I have anti-body levels that are off the charts -- high enough I had to forego having children because the antibodies would cross the placental barrier and effectively causing a baby to be BORN with my condition. I just couldn't do that.  Between being disfigured on my face and legs, having my sight permanently impaired (I see double in all my fields of vision except directly ahead at driving and computer distance), and never having children, I'm pretty sure I would take garden-variety Hashimoto's (hypothyroidism) instead.

The truth is, that there are very few people over the age of 30 who have that 'can't gain an ounce' metabolism.  Most skinny people work at it, particularly as they get older. There is no magic bullet.

A s much as I wouldn't want hyperthyroidism, I can tell you that you shouldn't want to exchange it for hypo.  It is not the same no, it is I would say less physical but more mental.

Not once in my life I had even a single tiny thought about suicide.  When I had hypo, I was suicidal.  People (husband, friends and family) that knew me well didn't recognize me anymore. 
I was short tempered (to the point of seeing myself hit the head of the person that irritated me in a brick wall, all the blood coming out, I could see it all), infuriated ALL the time for no reason (but I thought I was justified), memory losses, extreme fatigue(I could let my newborn cry for an hour without even blinking, I just couldn't get up).

I can tell you that God, or whoever or whatever you beleive in, was there for me.  I was on really strong pills for neck issues and I cannot begin to tell you how many times I counted them, lured them, looked at my baby, thought I was going crazy, thought they would be better off without me, thought I was going to end up killing someone if I didn't kill myelf first.

They are not on the same level.  But both vary disabling.  I am lucky I didn't do anything unrepairable.

Take care of yourself, I feel for you!

The long-term treatment for hyperthyroidism is to destroy your thyroid with radioactive iodine. Anti-thyroid drugs are ineffective in many if not most Graves' patients, long term.  I am hypothyroid.  In fact, I have no thyroid function -- at all-- now, and I've been on  levothyroxine for nearly 2 decades with a good bit of difficulting getting proper dosages over the years due to my other, related medical issues.   I have been at both ends of that roller-coaster having nearly gone into a Myxedema coma from being under medicated to thyroid storm. I understand better than you think. I'm very sensitive to thyroid hormone levels, and having been both hyper and hypo, you'll have to trust me when I tell you hypo is the lesser of the two evils.   

  

I am a former (and future!) skinny person.  When I was in high school and weighed 105 pounds, I STILL worried that my thighs were too big.  I also thought that I should weigh less than 100 pounds because a few of my friends did.  I can remember counting calories even then.

In my twenties and early thirties, after I had babies, I weighed between 130-135, I still obsessed about calories. I would go through periods where I wrote down everything I ate.  That was when I was counting fat grams.  By that point, I quit wearing a bathing suit in public.  While I looked of normal weight to a casual observer, I could point out every flaw and bit of cellulite and was always very careful to dress to hide those flaws.  If I bought something and it was a size 6, I'd get very excited.  If I had to buy a something in a size 10 (usually jeans), I'd be crushed and immediately start planning my next diet.    And that's what I'd do....diet intensely a while, lose ten pounds, loosen up and gain them back.  Over and over.  I could never stick with it long enough to get as thin as I wanted to, so it was a constant struggle.

For me, when I was at normal weight, normal weight wasn't good enough.  I can remember my doctor telling me that I was the picture of perfect health, and thought to myself  "Seriously?  Did you not see my thighs and hips?"  I wanted my body to be perfect.  The goal was to look good in anything I tried on...not just in things that were flattering to my body type/shape.  I wanted to have a body that was perfect naked.  No visible body fat, no cellulite, nothing.  

But though I always worried about food/calories, I also spent a lot of time worrying about stuff I no longer care about like how straight and baby fine my hair is (why couldn't it be thick and wavy?) to how white I am (why can't I tan to a golden brown like my friends?) to how easily my nails chip and break (why can't I have a perfect set of nails without one always breaking?).  Now with my weight where it is, the eating issue is so much larger, the other things I worried about seem inconsequential.  Now I don't care that I have pale skin, baby fine hair, and short nails, as long as I end up at a normal weight.  

 I was skinny when I was 4. Now I'm normal again at 61. I started dieting and being obsessed about body, calories, how to get food, how to sneak it, how to steal money for it, how to lie about it, how to eat it without anyone seeing me, whatbdid I weight? Could I find clothes that other junior  High or High School kids could wear?. Would I ever look cute, have a boyfriend, partner? Would I turn a child into an obese person?  Everything for so many years was about body and fat and dieting.  

Now I wake up and make a plan for what to eat, when to exercise and how to spend my day. After 18 years at the same career I'm newly downsized out. I have a mortgage but I know it's going to work out. I'm sure I have other things to "worry" about if I want to find them.  But here's the thing,  any problem worth worrying about is so much easier wearing size 6-8 jeans than it was in size 24 jeans.  Life is just so much better in every single aspect.

Find joy and the problems take care of themselves.