So, I have this girlfriend who is constantly complaining about her weight, while she continually stuffs crap in her mouth that increases the problem. Just this afternoon, this particular conversation took place.
We decided to go on a mall excursion and entered the mall through the food court. She is carrying a purse with Barry Sears' The Zone conspicuously visible. The latest in her endless stream of diet books.
Her: Are you hungry? I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat all day.
(It's 11 a.m.)
Her: I swear I never eat anything. This weight just won't come off. I just keep gaining. What's up with that? Bad metabolism, I guess...want anything?
Me: I guess I could use a Starbucks coffee.
Her: Oooohhhh, a frappuccino sounds so good! Have you tried the chocolate coconut one?
Me: No.
Her: I had one last week and have had to have one every day since then. I'm addicted.
We step up to the Starbucks counter.
Me: I'll have a grande drip coffee... what are you getting?
Her: I'll try the mint mocha chip frappuccino.
Clerk: What size?
Her: Gosh, I'm thirsty. What's the biggest you have?
Clerk: Venti.
Her: Okay, I'll have that.
A Venti mocha chip frappuccino is a slenderizing 600 calories -- 200 of which are pure fat calories. The kind of calories that go straight to a girl's tail section. In other words, this beverage contains more than the caloric content of the average meal.
Clerk: Whipped cream?
Her: Okay.
We stand in line and get our drinks then start to walk toward the rest of the mall... she stops short.
Her: Wait. Are we getting lunch?
Me: If you want something, go ahead...
I pull my Zone Perfect bar from my purse and flash it.
Me: I'm good.
Her: I am sooooo hungry. Do you mind if I stop at Fat Burger?
I have never heard of a more aptly named restaurant. We approach the Fat Burger counter while I open my boring Zone bar.
Clerk: Can I help you?
My friend scans the menu for a good minute.
Her: I'll have the King Burger (820 calories).
Clerk: Do you want fries with that?
Her: Sure. (550 more calories).
She looks at me with a smile and a glint in her eyes, takes a big sip from her mint mocha frapp.
Her: King Burgers are soooooo good. I'm soooooooo starving!
I'm reviewing the menu (which lists the nutritional information) and I do some quick mental math. Her meal and drink totals approximately 2000 calories. This one meal totals what the average person consumes in one day.
Clerk: Will that be everything?
Her: Oh, and I'll have a diet coke.
This would be funny if it wasn't her usual MO. Nearly every single day. She is 80 pounds overweight, has high cholesterol for which she takes medication, high blood pressure, is riding the rim of Type 2 Diabetes, and claims to be on a perpetual diet. In fact, I don't remember a day in the past 10 years I've known her she hasn't complained how much she is suffering from meticulously following her latest diet without any result.
I'm on a slenderizing plan myself, so I don't have much room to talk -- However, I stay on my plan every day and my weight is coming down faster than Amy Winehouse in jail. I'm currently 15 pounds closer to my goal -- Thank you, thank you very much.
I'm considering confronting her about her constant complaining about her weight. I'm tired of hearing her BS on this topic. I'm considering telling her to either 1) stop complaining if she's not going to seriously try to lose the weight that is bothering her; or 2) get on the wagon and take her health seriously.
I should probably keep my mouth shut, but I'm so tired of this I'm considering phasing out the relationship. It's gotten so old, I'm considering applying on the topic's behalf for historical landmark status.
The Diva
5 comments:
Whoah, your friend is beyond deluded. I ran 9km on my treadmill the other night (in 47 minutes) and only used up 640 calories!!!
I think you owe it to her to say something... The fact is, she isn't going to realize she is doing this because she is obviously in denial about what she puts in her mouth. By sitting her down and telling her you are actually doing her a favor! Good luck with that, and good luck with your own weight loss!
Erin
EC's Margaritaville
Yeah, isn't it nuts?! I listen to the complaining, watch binge after binge and think "Where the heck is the disconnect here?!" The crazy part is, I think she really thinks she is trying.
Oh gawd, I would have waited till her mouth was full with her first bite, and then said, "you know, that is why you can't lose weight!" I seldom sugar coat anything. She needs to steer clear of fast foods and only eat in. Maybe suggest that you two only go to the Mall to power walk or something.
It's sad. And sadly common. She's blind to her addiction and will not begin to heal until she recognizes it. ... Perhaps you should gift her a copy of Skinny Bitch, which is a fave in our house. We have a copy just to pass along to anyone showing even faint interest in reading it.
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