I don't want to be mean, but I will be anyway. I know, that makes me an awful person.
I have friends of all sizes, shapes, colors, genders, etc. I have no issues with any particular body type or physical expression, except when it comes to violent or harmful expression. And this one person made me grit my teeth, big time, about his weight.
He has great plans to do something about his weight. I want to be supportive, but I feel I can't because I'm uncomfortable with pointing out the painful and obvious behavior that will sabotage his efforts. I don't want to be that person who gives him a look every time he picks up a cookie. And in a way that is another strike against me, because if I was a good friend, wouldn't I do that? I don't think so, but I could be way off on this.
Anyway, he bought a box of cookies 'for me' and then ate all but one. I didn't mind, per se. I didn't want any cookies. But really, they were for me?
Then, he drags around a heater with him downstairs, though he professes that he likes to 'sleep in cold rooms.' Granted, I keep my house chilly, but … isn't that what he wants?
Because being uncomfortable in certain ways helps you lose weight. Deprivation of cookies is uncomfortable. Changing your snack druthers (a real bummer, believe me, I know) to nibbling celery stinks unless you really love celery. (Thankfully I do.) Being cold in those few moments before you get into the shower is no fun. Shivering under the covers before the bed warms up is meh at best. But these very things–eating things that aren't your first preference and allowing yourself to shiver will help you lose weight. So will exercise. Talk about discomfort during, and of course after when your muscles give you what-for.
If you can make that stuff fun, great. If you don't want to and want to stay heavy, great. I don't have issues with heavy people. I don't think they're lazy or whatever else people want to tag onto them based purely on physical experience. But I do have issues with someone saying they're going to do something, and then not doing it. And it drives me crazy when they talk about it with cookie crumbs coming out of their mouth.
Ugh.
So, now that you all hate me, you don't have to read this blog anymore. One less thing, right? In my secretest heart of hearts I hope this person reads this and then pretends that they didn't, and find it inspiring enough to either change, or to be happy with being the same. Either one would be a good thing for everyone involved.