“Hey, you wanna eat out tonight? I want those cheesecake bites from Red Robin!” -a friend and co-worker, shortly after I had said I went to the grocery store because I want to try to eat out less.
“One time isn’t going to kill you.”-another friend, who knows I have been slipping but still wants me to indulge with her.
“Two beers? That’s lame.”-a friend, who knows I’ve been calorie counting and who wanted to go out to drink the day before also.
“You don’t need to lose any weight, you’re obsessing over nothing.”-a friend, telling me this when I am at my heaviest.
“You know you really shouldn’t be working out that much.”-a friend, after telling him I acheived a near 7 minute mile on the treadmill.
“You better not be starving yourself, or throwing up or something.”-my Father, back during an earlier weight loss attempt where I was actually losing weight.
“It seems like you are acting like you are better than me.”-another friend, after I ordered a salad at Chik-Fil-A instead of my usual standby (Spicy Chicken Sandwich and a Large Fry).
Those are just a few examples of the kind of bullsh*t I’ll deal with on a fairly regularly basis.
To my non-blog friends and family (not all of you, a few of you have been pretty awesome, I will admit), I love you all very much, and you know I’d do anything for you, but WHAT IN THE F*CK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?
I don’t know why it happens, but it seems like my efforts are being attacked from all sides, and I can’t catch a break. I’m constantly being made to feel like I’m doing something wrong, or being made to feel guilty or like a tool or like or dumbass or like a bad friend. And me, being the moron I am sometimes, cave right in to make them happy, even though I know I’m doing myself an injustice.
I’m sick of it.
These are people who I have known for years and who I’ve always been there for, and if ANY ONE of them wanted help in trying to lose weight or get in shape (which ALL of them claim to want, at one point or another), I would be right there to lend a hand.
I am not trying to cram my own weight loss efforts down their throat, in fact, for all of the reasons above I hardly ever talk about it to anyone anymore. Nor am I going to (or would want to) stop being friends with them once I get in shape, or act like I am better than them because I’ve done it. It’s stupid that anyone would even think that.
I don’t know if it’s fear or losing me, because they are jealous, or because they want to feel superior to me. It needs to stop, but it won’t. I’ve told several friends before that a little support would be nice, but those requests never came to fruition. And most of the people in my real life don’t even bother to read the blog, so it seems like they don’t really care to know what is going on anyway.
Sometimes it seems like it would be best if I could just wall myself up in a room until this process was over.
Have you had your weight loss efforts sabotaged by friends and family? Do you cave under the pressure, or do you stand your ground? Have you lost friends in the process?
