How do YOU handle it when someone tells you you are fat(ish)?
Well, in our culture (and I´m including you because I blindly assume you are American, haven´t slightest clue who reads this blog) it´s very personal, and rude to bring something like that up, unless you are inquiring after someone´s actual health and wellbeing, right?
I mean, I can bitch to my friends about my BMI, but unsolicited (negative) comments about my appearance... Ay!
We can assume it´s a cultural difference.
My general formula for wellbeing is to work out, feel great, and eat what I want, within reason (I drink beer, eat dessert, etc... in balance with really healthy stuff). I broke the habit of stress eating last year. I picked it back up at my grandma´s house two weeks ago, right around the same time my grandma said I should get lipo.
So, anyways, my sexy Barbie-doll aunt, yes, the mother of two sporty teenage boys, who doesn´t eat much because she has special pills to combat hunger is watching me very closely, breakfast and lunch (no dinner, or alcohol, served in this house).
What is this; fat camp? sigh.
I want my gym. I want my hamster. I want a mixed drink, and bad.