No, not people who attempt to sabotage your diet, but those people who insist that you're fine as you are and you don't need to lose weight. I've encountered this from a couple of people I know recently, both male, both older than me, both in relationships/married, and both felt it appropriate to tell me how gorgeous and sexy I am so I don't need to diet. Hello? Does your wife/partner know you talk to other women like that? In the case of one of them, he recently photographed my tattoos (semi-pro) but I have more than a sneaking suspicion that he was after something else as well. Never going to happen but it took some diplomatic manouvering on my part to evade it without it being obvious I knew what he was after and that I thought he was a complete sleazebag. After all, when a guy who is going to be photographing you semi naked tells you over the lunch beforehand that having a kid has eleminated his sex life it's not too difficult to work out. I can do oblivious quite well when I want to though. And the cat makes an effective barrier too.
I suppose in one sense it should be seen as flattering that guys go out of their way to tell me how good I look. But then again, it's deeply aggrevating. I'm not happy with my weight, why should I care if someone else is? Okay, so I'm not massively overweight, and I'm well aware I have self-esteem issues which affect how I perceive myself, but then I didn't think I looked too awful either. And the fact remains that for my height I am overweight. I'm never going to be superthin - I don't have the bone structure for that, my family being peasant stock and built for breeding, a genetic trait which is totally useless as far as I'm concerned. What's wrong with wanting to get to a healthy weight for my height?
It is something I have to work on, and something I will keep having to work on. But I'm not starving myself, I'm eating far more healthily, and I'm already feeling that little bit better while only on the first week. My body is not there for the aesthetic appreciation of other people, it's my skin to feel comfortable in. And if that means dieting when some men (who will never get to touch me anyway) like me the way I was, then sucks to them. Their opinions are irrelevant.
Rock music. Diet obsession. General neurosis. Ramblings of a 33 year old woman. Do not expect deep thought.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Diet doubters
Posted by Cinnamon Marine at 8:16 AM
Labels: All in the mind, Cat, Weight obsession
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