Due to excessive binging in December, I have put on quite a bit of weight. I am taking serious steps to rectify the situation, but it is proving to be a long and arduous process, especially at my age and with my Indian genes. I love food. Always have. But desperate times call for drastic measures. I have to cut down on food, especially fatty food which somehow always tastes better than healthy food. And increase my exercise. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing, but it’s still proving to be a long and arduous process.
The thing that I notice about most people are that they are so eager to point out to me that I have put on weight, but when I lose weight, they almost never mention it. Why? I’d like to know. They feel a need to let me know that I’m fat, but not that I’m slim. Why why why? It’s almost as if they take delight or comfort in the fact that I’ve put on weight, but are not happy (or perhaps jealous?) that I’ve lost weight. Or perhaps they just wish to warn me that I’m getting fat in the hopes that I would do something about it. Yeah right. Like they really care.
And it doesn’t just stop at weight. It can be anything; if it’s something bad or negative they will not hesitate to tell it to my face but if it’s something good or positive I get nothing but silence. Didn’t their mothers ever tell them that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all??
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