Saturday, November 10, 2012

One of the reasons I tend not to like other women...

A few years ago, while I was in grad school, this random girl just walks up to me and starts gushing about this diet she lost so much weight on, and how she was sure it would work for me, too.  So not the way to approach that subject, nor yet the time. 

I was about 125 pounds at the time.  Not fat, by any means.  Not even for my height.  She was either a paid-for shill doing cold contact work, or a complete bitch.  Either way, her approach was catty, ill-timed, and made me want to back-hand her into the street.

Instead, I replied with "Well, honey, maybe I don't want to look like a perfectly-put-together and perfectly-pressed outfit on a hanger.  And maybe my other half likes having sex without getting sliced to death on my thighs, ribs, hips, and collar-bones."

Now?  It's eight years later.  I have had two children, and my body shows it.  I'm about fifteen pounds heavier than I used to be, but my waist measurement is the same as it was before I got pregnant with the imp. 

Where's the weight?  On my chest, and on my hips--mostly my chest.*  I look like freakin' Barbie in my proportions.  No, I'm not thin, but I'm not fat, either--though, when I'm wearing a jacket or gun burkha, that's hard to spot. 

And guess what I heard in Wal-Mart last week?  Yep.  And she got the same response as the airheaded twit in grad school got.

*If you really want to know, you can ask in the comments. 


  1. Oh please, do tell. With pictures and diagrams if at all possible.

    1. Measurements are 42 (ribcage is 34), 29, 40. No pictures, sorry. One of the kids hid the camera--or maybe they found it, picked it up, and Odysseus took it and put it up. Either way, I have no clue where it is.

  2. Even if a person IS fattish (which I am), it's the height of rudeness to approach them and tell them how to lose weight.

    Even beyond the whole idea that it's a jerkwad move to tell someone else how to live their life (I have a friend on long term prednisone therapy for an autoimmune disorder, and it makes her plump up, and she hates it, and I can't imagine how awful it would be for some smug lintwaffle to come up to her and tell her about the diet plan that "worked for her," everyone's metabolism is different.

    One person may need to eat mainly vegetables (something I am learning is true of me). Another person may need a high carbohydrate, low-fat diet. Still other people may need mainly lean proteins.

    (Which, incidentally, is why I have such issues with the idea of the government controlling more about how we eat and live: what will be promoted is some "average" diet, influenced by the lobbyists, which will be good for almost no one)

    1. One size fits all usually doesn't...and is the only approach allowed by bureaucrats.