First of all, thank you for your compliments. They really do brighten my day. You can’t see through the text on your monitor, but I do smile when y’all say nice things. But …
Look, yes, I’ve joined Weight Watchers. Yes, I am on a diet. That does not mean I think I’m hideously obese! I am not watching what I eat because I think I’m bulbous and ugly. I’m doing it because I’ve gained fifteen or twenty pounds since I came to college, and I would be healthier without it. 165 is not my healthiest weight.
The structure of the program I’m following is forcing me to break my habit of constantly snacking on unhealthy stuff and drinking at least five cans of soda a day. Plus, with the odds of my developing diabetes being what they are, it’s about time I stopped eating like there’s no consequences.
I don’t think I’m ugly. I don’t think I’m fat. I don’t even think I’m unhealthy. And … look, I’m not angry at any of you. But please, when my diet comes up in conversation, you don’t have to say, “But Blinkie, you’re gorgeous! You’re thin!” My reputed gorgeousness has nothing to do with my diet.
Please, either support me on what is not the easiest lifestyle change for me to make, or keep quiet. Don’t make me get the hose.
You’ve gained the “Freshman 15”. It’s normal, a rite of passage, and it’s usually only temporary. Don’t worry, when final exam time comes you won’t be eating and will be living on coffee. The 15-20 poun,ds you’ve gained will give your body something to feed on through finals.
You would be one smart cookie to nip those extra pounds in the bud. I, on the other hand, waited until 10 pounds became 20 pounds became 40 pounds ad nauseum.
You Go Girl. (and don’t let those complimentary nay-sayers let you get off program!)