Sunday, July 20, 2008

People Are Strange

Three years ago I went on a diet and lost 30 pounds. I wanted to lose 50, but hey, 30 is better than 0.

For the past few months I have been going through kind of a hard time (my dad passed away, my husband hurt his back really badly, my brother got cancer, my husband got laid off, etc.) and I have been slowly gaining the weight back. I have gained around 20 pounds.

Gross! I have been going in the wrong direction! So two weeks ago I got serious and have been trying to lose it. I've been counting calories and eating 1,100 calories/day, plus I've been doing 30 minutes/day on the treadmill.

And I've lost 2 pounds! Go, me. I am really proud of myself, it's hard. So, I've been feeling good, right?

Until this past week at work when a co-worker ASKED ME IF I'M PREGNANT.

(FYI -- no doubt about it, I am not pregnant.)

Holy crapmuffins. If I hadn't been doing so good lately, I think I would have cried.

Why would someone ask that, for god's sake? Even if I were pregnant, if I hadn't told her about it, that would mean I didn't want her to know. Geez!

I know she didn't mean to hurt my feelings. The look on her face when she saw the look on MY face was pretty horrified, so she knows she said the wrong thing. And my body does carry weight in my tummy, even when I was 20 and weighed 105 I had a little round belly. Still, it's not like it's been getting bigger...

So, okay, people are retarded assholes, that's not new. I am continuing on my diet/exercise path to healthy skinniness (or at least less-fatness).

Did I mention that she is pretty overweight?