As the weather gets warmer, I am wearing less bulky clothing. Clearly nobody at work reads my blog, so they all missed my post about what NOT to say to a "skinny person". In the past few days, no less than four people have come right out and asked me if I was anorexic. What the hell is going through their minds as they ask me that? Are they jealous? Do they think it's a compliment? I just don't get it. I feel like screaming at them. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!" I did say to one of them that it's an issue that my doctor and I are dealing with, and thanked her for her concern. Her reply was "So do you think you're fat?" REALLY? I just admitted that I had a problem, and you're going there.
Then, yesterday, an email was going around work with the following cartoon in it:
I decided to revise the cartoon, and will be hanging it in my cubicle (maybe minus the swearing....)
For the record, I have been eating. I haven't been skipping meals. And thanks to the Girl Scouts, my intake of Thin Mints has been happening half a box at a time (I swear those things are like crack!). I weighed myself at the Y Sunday night, for the first time in a few weeks, and I have not gained ONE stinking pound. But, I also haven't lost any, so we shall look at the glass as half full I suppose.
Then, yesterday, an email was going around work with the following cartoon in it:
I decided to revise the cartoon, and will be hanging it in my cubicle (maybe minus the swearing....)
For the record, I have been eating. I haven't been skipping meals. And thanks to the Girl Scouts, my intake of Thin Mints has been happening half a box at a time (I swear those things are like crack!). I weighed myself at the Y Sunday night, for the first time in a few weeks, and I have not gained ONE stinking pound. But, I also haven't lost any, so we shall look at the glass as half full I suppose.
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