There's a girl in our office who really pisses me off. Sheâ€™s always moaning about how she couldnâ€™t possibly eat a cake, yet buys a couple of sandwiches, a few packets of crisps and chocolate bars from the sandwich man and stuffs her face with whateverâ€™s on offer. No-one has yet pointed out that this bingeing tactic is not going to help her fit into her wedding dress.
Now, I absolutely hate girls who endlessly go on about weight loss and diets. If youâ€™re serious about it, fair enough. But why go around telling everyone youâ€™re on a strict diet and then hoovering six doughnuts on the trot? No-one else wants to hear it - least of all me. Itâ€™s BORING, love.
Iâ€™ve never been on a diet in my life, and would absolutely hate to have to go on one. If I were fat, I would be that way forever. There is no way Iâ€™d be able to override my appetite and deprive my stomach of something it wanted. I eat substantially, and if I want a chocolate bar and a packet of crisps at lunchtime, Iâ€™ll have them. I have no issues with food, other than that Iâ€™m a complete gannet. And Iâ€™m a UK size ten.
Itâ€™s quite exasperating living in a world in which all you ever hear is girls, whether theyâ€™re thin or fat, sighing, â€śOh, I mustnâ€™tâ€ť, checking the calorie count on a sandwich or making a million and one resolutions to spend more time down the gym.
Arenâ€™t there more interesting things to worry about in life? Do they think that telling everyone how much weight they need to lose / how many calories there are in their Ploughmans / that theyâ€™re traumatized at no longer being able to fit into their jeans is actually going to make them any thinner?