Don’t Expect Support
You may get it
You may not
Do this for YOU – They’ll just have to catch up.
Some of us were having a cheeky Prosecco (or 2) with one, who had lost sh*tloads of weight, eating healthily, sleeping well with early nights and looking fantastic.
Her husband still stays up late on the X-Box, sports a splendid beer belly and won’t eat “hippy rabbit food”.
He reportedly entertains her with comedy flatulence, on demand.
(I don’t think she actually does the demanding).
In 4 months she had lost TWO dress sizes, sorted out the house that she’d been meaning to for years,
looked 10 years younger and gone from tired and haggard (her words) to bounding around like an Big Brother contestant.
And she smiles – like all the time.
Flirts with everyone. Not in a sl*tty way,
just bubbles, giggles and flashes the lashes.
She’s happy.
She didn’t used to do that stuff…
She tells everyone how she did it,
how much better she feels,
and how she can wear sexy,
figure-hugging clothes for the first time in her life.
That girl got S.W.A.G. now
and a new little bouncy wiggly bum when she walks!
So the women were all oohing and ahhing –
congratulating her on her discipline
(one or two with a Haagen Dasz sized dollop of jealousy),
admiring her and asking for her old clothes.
Her farting husband’s reaction was less enthusiastic.
He got quite grumpy and mumbled stuff line
“don’t know why you’re bothering at your age”
A ‘keeper’ huh?
(See I think…he thought his new improved ‘wife 2:0’ would be snapped up
by a more deserving man,
she wouldn’t find him attractive any more,
and felt incensed by the admiring looks
she was generating when out and about).
FFS
She still loves him as she always did,
but it was only this negative reaction and snappishness
that chipped away at her attractedness to him.
“He could put on 10 stone and dye his hair green
and I would still fancy him just as much,
but every time he makes a snidey comment…
it erodes that just a little bit each time”, she said.
We have heard that quite a bit.
Each was dealing with the change in their own way,
a shut off in their own world of personal reaction…
and needlessly falling out of tune with the other.
The other lady is a clever girl.
Details are changed to protect the completely innocent,
but let’s just say, she’s a top lass.
She had a eureka moment this week,
Felt great, the penny dropped, her mind had the:
“Let’s fecking do this” vibe.
She planned her food,
Exercised HARD…
Onwards and upwards, and….
Her husband came home with a dozen Krispy Kremes.
On a separate (or not) note: years ago his mum had to
have a ‘chat’ with him,
when she found a ‘Fat & Filthy’ Dirty mag under his bed.
>>>Insert your conclusion here<<<
Mine is this:
Your friends, family, colleagues – want you to stay as you are.
Everyone judges themselves against each other people.
They do. We can pretty it up, but it’s true.
And it’s not to say they don’t love you.
You know when you get ready to go out,
and your other half says
“dammit, I need to change – you look so dressed up”.
It’s the same thing.
So people might be pleased for you in the short term.
They see the glint in your eye,
The spring in your step, and it’s attractive!
But then they see it’s not going away.
And they look at themselves and readjust
their internal pecking order.
And very often –
THEY DON’T LIKE WHAT THEY SEE ABOUT THEMSELVES.
They have to deal with change.
Change is uncomfortable. Humans resist it.
So at that point you can give in.
You can slip back. Not rock the boat.
Or you can power on and show them what you’re made of.
People will consciously or subconsciously sabotage
you getting into shape.
They will. Even subtly. Expect it.
It’s not about you – it’s about them.
And it’s not them in tears stepping on the scales,
or not being able to do up the jeans.
Do it. Decide and do it. Then give it 3 months.
And if you can’t come – then crack on,
and don’t let secret jazz mags, or snidey comments,
or disapproving looks stop you.
You be who you want to be.
YOLO. And all that jazz.