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baronessekatIn my office, 6 women (including myself) are doing the WW meetings. The rest of the people doing it are in the other building.
Today a couple of the ones in my office were talking about the program. LP was saying that she feels like she's just stopped caring about it. AK agreed with her. AK said that she did really well the first two weeks then lost momentum and now find that she can't really compell herself to really work at it.
LP says "But "baronessekat" has been doing really well on it." AK looked at me and asked how I was doing (she missed the weigh in this week) and I said "about 12 pounds." Both look me over and nod. AK said "I bet you're one of those annoying ones who measures and weighs everything and keeps a detailed track of everything you eat."
I kinda shrugged and said "Not really." and walked away. It hurt you know. Just because I found a program that works for my metabolism and stuff it's like I'm some ... Stephanie/STepford Wife kinda thing.
I only measure something if I'm not too sure on my eyeball guess, or if it's something new that I'm making. And of course I tract everything I eat. HOw else are you to know if you met your points or went over it? How else are you going to teach yourself better habits?
Why the hell should I be made to feel guilty because I'm actually succeeding? Why am I the big bad because I'm actually doing the program and following the suggestions on what to do to lose weight?
I actually get proactive about my health and try to do something good for a change rather than complain about it and I get made to feel like navel lint.
You know what? fuck them. I am going to continue to suceed and make my short term goal in the next two weeks. I'm going to make my long term goal by pennsic. I'm going to make this work and not let those whiney bitches steal my sunshine. (Besides... they can't steal him. I flushed him two days ago)
Today a couple of the ones in my office were talking about the program. LP was saying that she feels like she's just stopped caring about it. AK agreed with her. AK said that she did really well the first two weeks then lost momentum and now find that she can't really compell herself to really work at it.
LP says "But "baronessekat" has been doing really well on it." AK looked at me and asked how I was doing (she missed the weigh in this week) and I said "about 12 pounds." Both look me over and nod. AK said "I bet you're one of those annoying ones who measures and weighs everything and keeps a detailed track of everything you eat."
I kinda shrugged and said "Not really." and walked away. It hurt you know. Just because I found a program that works for my metabolism and stuff it's like I'm some ... Stephanie/STepford Wife kinda thing.
I only measure something if I'm not too sure on my eyeball guess, or if it's something new that I'm making. And of course I tract everything I eat. HOw else are you to know if you met your points or went over it? How else are you going to teach yourself better habits?
Why the hell should I be made to feel guilty because I'm actually succeeding? Why am I the big bad because I'm actually doing the program and following the suggestions on what to do to lose weight?
I actually get proactive about my health and try to do something good for a change rather than complain about it and I get made to feel like navel lint.
You know what? fuck them. I am going to continue to suceed and make my short term goal in the next two weeks. I'm going to make my long term goal by pennsic. I'm going to make this work and not let those whiney bitches steal my sunshine. (Besides... they can't steal him. I flushed him two days ago)
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Date: 2006-02-02 07:11 pm (UTC)They are jealoous. Just smile smugly and be proud of yourself. It's tall poppy syndrome and something women are awful at - they feel compelled to cut down any flower that stands above the crowd. Fuck 'em! Be a tall poppy. Be a screaming red one. When you meet your goal, go to the outlet mall just above Pennsic and buy a kill-ler suit or dress and wear it in front of them. And smile smugly. It's OK. In fact, it's mandatory.
Go you!