This friend of mine, let’s call her M, is shaped like a french bean.
Being Hardy to her Laurel hasn’t always been easy. At a clothes store, M would check out Tees from the Kids section (some of them were actually loose!), while I was advised to try a men’s shirt, maybe? The sizes reversed over coffee: mine was always small and black without sugar, her large cappuccino came with peaks of whipped cream.
Then one day, my 31-year-old friend collapsed.
The diagnosis: heart disease.
It did not make sense. Wasn’t M a copybook case of the low-risk group? Vegetarian, non-smoker, teetotaller, young, pretty relaxed and quite slim?
That’s when I learned a new term: tofi
‘Thin on the outside, fat inside.’ That was M.
What the doctor told me next was quite surprising: Some slim people carry around proportionately more fat inside them than Sumo wrestlers! That happens when they overeat, thinking they need not bother. But the reality is that a tofi has more reason to worry than others.
The culprit is visceral fat. It may not show, but it settles deep inside you, way, way beneath the skin, squashing your vital organs, choking your blood vessels, capillaries, tissues, cells.
Scary, is it not?
(Learn more about visceral fat by reading here.)
So, when the dude at the burger counter asks, ‘Would you like fries with that?,’ challenge yourself to perform the world’s toughest exercise: shake your head.