Once Upon A Time, some people pissed GunDiva off ...
At the beginning of the year, I posted about the 28 day FAST Metabolism Diet. Y'all know I *hate* numbers, right? So I'm still refusing to engage with them. After our first round with the diet and the numbers (I did lose some inches, BTW), I decided I still hated the numbers and if I was going to repeat the 28 days I was going to do it because it is good for me, not because of some numbers on a scale.
People at work have noticed my drastic change in diet - I haven't tried to hide it - and I'm a lot better about not joining in on the impromptu "let's go to lunch" stuff.
One of my well-meaning, but probably orthorexic, colleagues told me a few weeks ago, "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels." I call bullshit. I've been skinny. You know what it feels like? Guilt. It feels like fucking guilt. Every missed work out, every bite of "forbidden" food equals Guilt. That is no way to live a life.
I've been skinny and I've been fat, and I'll tell you what: I'm much happier living my life now than when I was skinny. Did I look better on the outside? Yep. Did I like the way I looked in pictures? Yep. Was it worth it? Even just a couple of years ago when I was working out like a beast with The Little Bastard? Maybe, at the time I thought it was worth it. Now? No way.
Just last week, as I was shoveling down my salad, I mentioned that I was being really good with my diet because I had a cheat day planned. A different co-worker piped up and said, "how on earth to plan on losing any weight if you schedule cheat days?".
Um, excuse me, but just because I'm fat, do NOT assume that I'm trying to lose weight. I'm eating cleaner because it makes me feel better. I could not give a flying fuck what the scale says. I lived my life by the scale for far too long and I'm not going to chain myself to it any longer.
And yet another co-worker, when he noticed me eating my salad and drinking my ONE Coke for the day, told me he'd rather see me eating the greasy cheeseburger and fries that my other co-workers were eating instead of drinking that "poison". The one thing I refuse to give up, and I've said it for years, is my
Coke. It's not going to happen so people need to back the fuck off
about it. I have very few vices, other than my foul mouth and my love
for Coke. I don't smoke, rarely drink, and don't do drugs. Look, dude, I know you're a personal trainer, but you're not *my* personal
trainer and unless I'm getting drunk or shooting up at work, what I put
into my body is none of your business.
What I would really love is for the people at work to stop assuming I'm eating healthier to lose weight. And I really wish they'd keep their damned opinions and comments to themselves. God forbid I do something like work out - I can only imagine the "help" I'd get then. I do plan on being more active as the weather continues to warm up, though I won't call it "working out". My whole goal is to be healthy enough to do what I want to do. If I want to go for a hike, by God I'm going to go for a hike. If I want to take Skeeter for a walk, I'm going to take Skeeter for a walk. But I don't need my armchair quarterback co-workers being "helpful". I need them to shut the fuck up and mind their own business.