Someone please explain this to me

Obligatory background – I used to be fat. I’m talking bigger around than tall kind of fat. This was due to several health issues that have since been resolved, and I am no longer fat. I know how hard it is to lose weight. I know personally how weight affects how others see you both personally and professionally. I understand the “I would do just about anything to lose weight” mentality, but I recently was subjected to something that I simply cannot grok.

One of my coworkers, Sam* is overweight. Not grossly so, in all honestly, probably only about 50 - 60 lbs away from a healthy weight. She is constantly asking me to help her with her weight loss goals. I try to help her, but she always loses heart by day 2 and goes back to her normal routine.

Sam has had all of her bloodwork done by the same doctor who diagnosed my issues, if there were any medical reason for her to not lose weight, she would be aware of it. I have seen how she eats – trust me, this is one of those instances where it is fully within her control to lose the weight. I have met her family, too – this is not genetic, she is the only fat one in the lot.

Oh, and I have watched her “cook.” I put the word in quotes, as it literally made me physically ill to watch. She made “chicken alfredo.” Now, I don’t expect anyone else (save for a few people on here that I have talked to) to make their own alfredo sauce from scratch like I do, but let me tell you waht hers was like. She opened a jar of Ragu Alfredo sauce and dumped it in a saucepan. Not so bad, right? That was just the beginning. She then decided that the 1 can of sauce would not be enough to feed 4 people (her 2 small children, herself and her boyfriend) – nevermind the fact that the nutrition label indicates a serving is 1/4 cup and the jar contains 7 servings – so she poured 3 cups of whole milk into the pan. Realising that that made the Alfredo sauce too thin, she then dumped a 16 oz container of full fat sour cream into the pan, followed by a 16 oz can of condensed cream of mushroom soup. Like I said, it made me physically ill to watch this. This is typical of how she “cooks.”

All that being said, let’s talk about her most recent weight loss attempts. She asked me to help her put together a diet/exercise plan. I agreed. She told me that she didn’t see how eating 2000 calories (keep in mind that during the day, I watch her eat upwards of that many – and I am only here PT) per day and doing no more than 15 minutes of workout would help her lose weight and decided not to even try. Ok, I said, don’t ask me for help again. The next day, she had bought some Dexatrim “natural herbal appetite suppressants” – she took those for one day – they made her feel sick to her stomach. The following week, she had bought some of that Alli stuff (you know, it makes your body not able to absorb the fat you eat, it just oozes out your ass?) she took that for two days, but stopped because it did what it was supposed to do, er I mean, it gave her the shits. Yeh.

So, fast forward to yesterday. She emails me a link to some “diet detox” shit site, asking my opinion. I look over the list of ingredients in the “detox” (which costs at least as much as the Alli did) and tell her my opinion – it’s not going to work. The site claims that you can lose 20 lbs in 20 days – I explain to her that if that were the case, it’s nothing but water weight, why not just take laxatives. The main ingredient in the stuff was senna – a laxative. Oh, but it’s better than all that – she proceeds to argue with me that I just didn’t read the whole site – which is true, I skimmed enough to hear the quacking and moved on – because if I had read the site, I would have seen that part of why the plan works so well is that you must have a coffee enema every day. :confused: :dubious: :eek: Ok, so here’s what I simply do not grok – who in the hell is willing to shove coffee up their ass every day for 20 days, but not do 5 situps a day for 1 flippin’ week? I am sorry, this is beyond comprehension to me. A coffee enema. Every day. For 20 days. Is preferable to 15 minutes of exercise? WTF? Anyone want to help me grok?

*name changed to protect the stupid

Mmm… fattening…

Quick fix. Easy way out. there must be a simpler more immediately gratifying way to lose weight / quit smoking / get rich / stop drinking / start a relationship, etc. God forbid that it might actually involve some, gasp, work?

What’s to grok? She likes food. Specifically, she likes high fat food, and she has no concept of portion size* and the amount of food she needs to eat in one day to survive (hint: it’s far smaller than she thinks.) Hunger pains and exercise both physically hurt and trying gimmicks for 2 days and then stopping lets her tell herself, and probably others, that she’s “tried everything” and “nothing works”.

Please don’t think I’m being judgey - I’m guilty of all the same things myself.

What worked best for me (so far) was Weight Watchers online program, but even that works in fits and starts.

*And, frankly, I’m amazed that anyone raised in our country does, whatwith the absurd portion sizes in restaurants, ads and magazines.

How long has it been since I posted my Magic Pill theory?

Portion Distortion

It’s pretty simple. Some people just like to moan and make excuses. Other people hate to moan but have valid complaints and excuses. Other people don’t think the cost of your suggestion is worth the benefit, and hope that if they keep asking they’ll find an answer they like better.

Rather than try to distinguish one of these sorts of person from another, I offer good-spirited advice the first time I am asked, and if it is ignored, I ignore further requests for advice (or else repeat my first suggestion, verbatim)

If I am feeling particularly bitchy I’ll say something like “Are you asking because you want to know the answer? Or is this a rhetorical question?” This usually makes them mad at me but at least that accomplishes the intended effect of ending the conversation.

The thing is, I grok the magic pill theory. I do. I was on Phen-Fen. Yeh, the cocktail mix. Until I was diagnosed with multiple cyclic weight gain disorders, I thought the issue was in me – I must be doing things wrong, give me a magic pill, please. What I don’t grok is how is it preferable to shove coffee up your ass? The Alli, I grok. The Dexatrim, I grok. Heck, I can even grok coffee in general (just ask my $tarbucks baristas!) but coffee enema? Nope, no grok. I would like to drop 20 lbs. If you said to me “Litoris, all you have to do to lose 20lbs in 20 days (that’s just 3 weeks) is one little enema every day.” I’d keep the 20lbs, thanks. I just do not see how enemas are preferable over anything. Seriously, it might just be me and my exit-only policy as regards the anus, but…???

Maybe I just needed to vent, maybe I do grok, but still. Coffee. Up the ass. Every day. ICK!

Vicious circle. If her diet is unhealthy, she’s probably got zero energy to exercise. Plus, looking at most ads, shows and movies, there are only funny fat women and hot size 4s. Losing 20 lbs probably doesn’t seem worth it. She wants results, fast. She also sounds like the kind of woman who forwards urban legend e-mails.

She’s willing to stick coffee up her ass. That sounds like a willingness to commit to a process to me.

Or maybe she just wants to venti.

Well, she was just asking your opinion on that site, not actually following it. She probably wouldn’t have followed through with the 20 day course anyway. When a miracle didn’t happen by day two it would be on to the next thing.

She doesn’t want to face reality. It didn’t take her overnight to put on the weight, it’s not going to come off overnight.

I like cowgirl’s suggestion…she’s not willing to do the work, so why bother coming up with plans for her?

She doesnt want to accept the responibility. I would suggest counseling first. I have a feeling she eats to compensate for whatever is eating her.

Well this would work for those people who want the caffiene but don’t like the taste! I am with you though. I exercise three times a week and watch what I eat–I can’t imagine shoving coffee up my tush though! Even on my worst exercise day I can’t imagine the thought process that would make this seem plausible! hmmm…walk on the treadmill or shove coffee up my ass…hmmm…what to do, what to do.

My opinion on the coffee thing? It’s physically easier than exercise, but distasteful enough that it must be effective. Sort of like evil tasting medicine must work because it tastes so bad. Do five sit ups and you don’t really *feel * different. It doesn’t *feel * like it’s working. But cram a latte up your hinder and something’s got to give because - DAMN!

That’s soooo wrong. :slight_smile:

I’m guessing that she’s tried exercising and didn’t notice any weight loss, but did notice that it made her achy, and tired, and cranky, so she figures it doesn’t work. Perhaps a coffee enema sounds better than huffing and puffing and sweating, and then walking with a limp for 2 days because she’s not used to exercise. I like exercise now, because it makes me feel good, but it certainly requires a lot of effort and it’s very frustrating for me because I don’t lose any weight due to some medical issues which I’m working to resolve. If I hadn’t noticed that I feel better physically and mentally since I started working out and that it keeps me from putting on more weight, even though I’m not losing anything, I might have given it up long ago.

If she’s only looking to see the effect on the numbers on the scale, and not the effect on her overall fitness, health, and physical and emotional well-being, she’s convinced that there’s no good reason to exercise and cut out the fat a bit, so she may as well do the enema, take the pills, etc. until she sees that that doesn’t work either. And then it’s on to something else.

Especially if it’s hot!

You’d be surprised at how many people would opt for the java. A lot of people have an intensely strong aversion to exercise. I’ve had this conversation many times:

“I’m on the Diet Root Beer diet. I have to duct tape an ice cold can of diet root beer to my genitals before going to sleep every night. When I wake up, I have to stick toothpicks up my fingernails and squeel like a pig. I then attempt to poop out a live chicken.”

“Or you could just exercise.”

“EXERCISE? Are you SERIOUS? No way! Let’s get one thing straight – I. Don’t. Exercise.”

Hey, if it’s wrong to shove a piping hot venti mocha latte crappaccino up my ass, then I don’t want to be right.

My wife has gotten into the habit, when we go out to eat, of asking for a take-out box as soon as the food arrives, and she puts half of it (or more) in the box before she even starts eating. Much more sensible than eating until you’re stuffed just because they gave you two meals worth in the first place.