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Hah! You did us LC’rs proud girlfriend! ConnieW
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from sort of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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You are a Goddess and the women in your office are the spawn of the anti-christ. Lynne http://ca.geocities.com/swimqueen1ca/Lynne.html
Now Lynne, don’t sugar(Splenda)-coat it…what do you REALLY think?
Wayne Crannell 250/208.5/175 Atkins 10/27/01
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Here, here! You have the right attitude my dear. I’m sure you will always do well in life because of it. ConnieW
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’d rather be a nice 250lb woman, than a 110lb bitch! But I intend to be a delightful 140lb lady one day. If I ever turn into one of those women, anyone who knows me has the right to slap me hard! Losers unite! JD <<Amanda, What a day! What an office! I thought your co-workers comments about your boyfriend were interesting. I have always worked in a predominately male work environment. In my last job my department was nearly all male – but the company was predominately female. I found the catty comments these ‘gals’ made about each other to be amazing. The comments, though subtle, were zingers every time. I took it to mean they were insecure of themselves so were venting on others. I also found that I seemed to be the one they shared this information with a lot. I thought this was because I was safe. (Change that last word to FAT!) I would listen to these comments in stunned silence. No way was I going to give them any encouragement or affirm their comments. It was quite an eyeopener for me. May you continue your merry journey with pounds melting from your body! JD Jeanette, My weight problems didn’t start until I became very depressed about six years ago now, but before that, I was not what you’d call a people person. I was a tomboy, and an athlete, so most of my friends were male, or other tomboys. My previous jobs have been in male-dominated offices — professionals who could care less what you look like as long as you know how to work the damn computer. <g But in those male-dominated fields, when their wives dropped by, they were always happy to discover that I was fat. As you put it, I was "safe" to them. Now that I’m not only in a female-dominated office, but in a female-dominated *company*, I’m getting a taste of the clique politics I had so terribly missed <smirk up until now. I remember my last boss was a male, and though I was still overweight then, his wife was more overweight than I was, and took an instant dislike to me. Women seem to be far more critical of other women and themselves than men could ever be. It’s sad, really. There’s a lot of potential there for working together and coordinating effort, but they seem to be missing the point. I know that, having been fat, and having never really had any self-esteem of any kind, I have lots of emotional weight that I need to lose as well as the physical weight (I still feel and occasionally act like that 310 pound girl). The things women say about each other have been an eyeopener for me, too! <g Books are nicer and can’t snipe behind your back. That’s what I keep telling my therapist anyway. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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What a great day for you! And what a bunch of catty, nasty, bitchy women. They are jealous, worthless, and afraid of you because you are showing success, and all they see in themselves is repeated failure. People like this – female, male – can make life miserable, but once you learn to objectify them, make them invisible, do what it takes, the empowerment you gain is fantastic. I would also like to recommend to anyone who listens to this crap from others at work, and internalizes it, to give thought to it is not you – it is them! A great book about the subject of nasty work situations is called The Bully in the Workplace – and believe me, it is so true. It saved my life in many ways! Congrats on your success, your self-control, and your pride! And to the gal who said she would rather be 240 lbs rather than a 110 lb bitch, you go girl! Sami
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ttooooo funny, cracked my whole house up thanks — JoKnows http://home.kscable.com/a1av8ter/joknows.htm
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from sort of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<snip of excellent stuff In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives.
Just remember – it’s not about you; it’s about them. Stay strong! Myra
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(GriffAt1st) writes: When she takes a handful of popcorn I get tempted to ask, "so how many points is that?"
Just FYI, 8 ounces of flounder is more points than 1 serving from a Betty Crocker Brownie mix. Is that stupid, or what? .. Bridget M. CAD 2/94 LC 7/01
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<< Amanda, I usually either don’t read, or skim through very long posts. But I want you to know that this was *very* well written, funny and entertaining. You should seriously consider submitting this "article" to Reader’s Digest for publication. You have a definite talent for writing. Thank you, Peter! As a matter of fact, the beloved and I met at an online writer’s forum. That’s where our correspondence began. We’re both aspiring novelists/humorists (strangely, I write humor articles and dark crime novels… never underestimate the power of hosting several personalities), just not published yet. You may see our names one day! (I’ll be sure to casually mention it in my .sig file or something
) Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< ttooooo funny, cracked my whole house up <Ego Is Engaged You read it to EVERYONE?! Cool! Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< You are a Goddess and the women in your office are the spawn of the anti-christ. Ooo! Do I get my own shrine and cool robes and stuff? I’m there! Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< Amanda…you are a TRUE inspiration!! I read your post and thought of myself (in almost the same situation), just havent lost that much weight. But you WILL! <<Thank you for telling about your day! Great job…keep up the good work. Thanks! I’m glad that lots of people could relate! Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<<Fantastic post! Thank you so much for every single word of it. Your day yesterday (and it sounds like most work days) are very much like mine, and your attitudes about the things people say in response to how you deal with their questions and compliments are also right on target. I feel SO much more normal now, thank you a million times. <flattered No problem! But heaven forbid *I* make anyone feel more normal! <g I’ve honed an edge of sarcasm over several years, otherwise I’d be The Dour Sourpuss. <<My big one yesterday while I was getting that fantastic comment about how I’d inspired someone to LC was my boss chiming in from across the room "she doesn’t eat, that’s how she does it!" Bwhahahaha! My co-workers know better. It’s the huge plates of buffalo wings, rotisserie chicken and double bacon cheeseburgers (sans evil bread, of course) that convince them. They’re sure I’m going to keel over at any minute. The ones who don’t think I’m going to keel over at any minute say, "Well, you just must have a really unique body chemistry and metabolism if eating that kind of food makes you lose weight." My take on this is, "Balanced meals are for balanced people." <<I responded with, "no, I just don’t eat the stuff in this office." The snack table currently is filled with boxes of tricuits (low fat of course), a big barrel of pretzels, a giant tin of three kinds of flavored popcorn, several kinds of girl scout cookies and a bowl filled with hershey kisses. This is a normal day. Oh yes, and my boss is on Weight Watchers. When she takes a handful of popcorn I get tempted to ask, "so how many points is that?" <eg Bet you she’d put it back down. "Oh yeah… points. Right." With my co-workers, it’s just as exasperating. The nutritional decisions they make, and their supposed reasoning for these nutritional changes, simply escapes me. A co-worker who was told that her cholesterol was "dangerously high" ordered a cold sandwich instead of a hot one, because, "It’s the grilled stuff that’s higher in cholesterol, right?" I tried telling her about low-carb, but she simply can’t imagine Life Without Bread and Ice Cream. But Life with Lipitor… well, that’s okay. <wry So she had a cold sandwich with all the fixings and a bag of potato chips. "Are potato chips high in fat?" she asks me. I said blandly, "It’s the grease they’re fried in that’s high in fat." "Oh. Alright, then." Windburn. <<By the way, you are amazing, 130 pounds pounds lost! You are most definitely the wind beneath my wings. On Carbolite bar nights, I’m the wind beneath my OWN wings! How cool is that? << Thanks again for sharing, and please share more often. Tips on how to deal with this office stress would be hugely appreciated. Violet, it’s a daily learning experience, one I will probably take great joy in documenting. <g That’s what they say in Corporate Infrastructures… "Document everything!" <g Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< Hah! You did us LC’rs proud girlfriend! That’s me, fighting the good fight. <g Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< What a great day for you! And what a bunch of catty, nasty, bitchy women. They are jealous, worthless, and afraid of you because you are showing success, and all they see in themselves is repeated failure. They’d have to actually TRY to fail. <g Their attempts are all half-hearted at best. Hey, I’ve been there and understand that. What I DON’T understand is why you’d keep doing the same thing, yielding the same results, and then bemoan that nothing was changing? When my food plan/ exercise plan quit working for me, I hit the books! Every nutritional book I could get my hands on! Don’t people READ anymore? Don’t they want to know more about what makes them tick? <<People like this – female, male – can make life miserable, but once you learn to objectify them, make them invisible, do what it takes, the empowerment you gain is fantastic. I would also like to recommend to anyone who listens to this crap from others at work, and internalizes it, to give thought to it is not you – it is them! A great book about the subject of nasty work situations is called The Bully in the Workplace – and believe me, it is so true. It saved my life in many ways! Recommendation noted! (I’ve always been a reading fool. I’m convinced that that’s how I’ve obtained this particular ass-shape.) Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today.
<snip Amanda, I usually either don’t read, or skim through very long posts. But I want you to know that this was *very* well written, funny and entertaining. You should seriously consider submitting this "article" to Reader’s Digest for publication. You have a definite talent for writing. And congratulations on the weight loss. :) — Peter http://www.angelfire.com/nc3/marengo/weightlosspix.html
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Fantastic post! Thank you so much for every single word of it. Your day yesterday (and it sounds like most work days) are very much like mine, and your attitudes about the things people say in response to how you deal with their questions and compliments are also right on target. I feel SO much more normal now, thank you a million times. My big one yesterday while I was getting that fantastic comment about how I’d inspired someone to LC was my boss chiming in from across the room "she doesn’t eat, that’s how she does it!" I responded with, "no, I just don’t eat the stuff in this office." The snack table currently is filled with boxes of tricuits (low fat of course), a big barrel of pretzels, a giant tin of three kinds of flavored popcorn, several kinds of girl scout cookies and a bowl filled with hershey kisses. This is a normal day. Oh yes, and my boss is on Weight Watchers. When she takes a handful of popcorn I get tempted to ask, "so how many points is that?" By the way, you are amazing, 130 pounds pounds lost! You are most definitely the wind beneath my wings. Thanks again for sharing, and please share more often. Tips on how to deal with this office stress would be hugely appreciated. – Violet — LC since 10/01/01 six feet tall 3??/228/185 28/14/? lost a shoe size too! http://www.geocities.com/violets_lc/lowcarb.html – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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I’d rather be a nice 250lb woman, than a 110lb bitch! But I intend to be a delightful 140lb lady one day. If I ever turn into one of those women, anyone who knows me has the right to slap me hard! Losers unite! JD
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – <<Amanda, What a day! What an office! I thought your co-workers comments about your boyfriend were interesting. I have always worked in a predominately male work environment. In my last job my department was nearly all male – but the company was predominately female. I found the catty comments these ‘gals’ made about each other to be amazing. The comments, though subtle, were zingers every time. I took it to mean they were insecure of themselves so were venting on others. I also found that I seemed to be the one they shared this information with a lot. I thought this was because I was safe. (Change that last word to FAT!) I would listen to these comments in stunned silence. No way was I going to give them any encouragement or affirm their comments. It was quite an eyeopener for me. May you continue your merry journey with pounds melting from your body! JD Jeanette, My weight problems didn’t start until I became very depressed about six years ago now, but before that, I was not what you’d call a people person. I was a tomboy, and an athlete, so most of my friends were male, or other tomboys. My previous jobs have been in male-dominated offices — professionals who could care less what you look like as long as you know how to work the damn computer. <g But in those male-dominated fields, when their wives dropped by, they were always happy to discover that I was fat. As you put it, I was "safe" to them. Now that I’m not only in a female-dominated office, but in a female-dominated *company*, I’m getting a taste of the clique politics I had so terribly missed <smirk up until now. I remember my last boss was a male, and though I was still overweight then, his wife was more overweight than I was, and took an instant dislike to me. Women seem to be far more critical of other women and themselves than men could ever be. It’s sad, really. There’s a lot of potential there for working together and coordinating effort, but they seem to be missing the point. I know that, having been fat, and having never really had any self-esteem of any kind, I have lots of emotional weight that I need to lose as well as the physical weight (I still feel and occasionally act like that 310 pound girl). The things women say about each other have been an eyeopener for me, too! <g Books are nicer and can’t snipe behind your back. That’s what I keep telling my therapist anyway. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< I’d rather be a nice 250lb woman, than a 110lb bitch! Hear, hear! <<But I intend to be a delightful 140lb lady one day. If I ever turn into one of those women, anyone who knows me has the right to slap me hard! Losers unite! I’d like to think that, because I was once very overweight, I’m show a bit more empathy to people of all sizes… but not necessarily people of all dispositions. <g There are people who aren’t attractive until you know them, and people who are attractive until they open their mouths. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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You are a Goddess and the women in your office are the spawn of the anti-christ. Lynne http://ca.geocities.com/swimqueen1ca/Lynne.html
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Amanda…you are a TRUE inspiration!! I read your post and thought of myself (in almost the same situation), just havent lost that much weight. Thank you for telling about your day! Great job…keep up the good work. Angie~
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from sort of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<<Amanda, What a day! What an office! I thought your co-workers comments about your boyfriend were interesting. I have always worked in a predominately male work environment. In my last job my department was nearly all male – but the company was predominately female. I found the catty comments these ‘gals’ made about each other to be amazing. The comments, though subtle, were zingers every time. I took it to mean they were insecure of themselves so were venting on others. I also found that I seemed to be the one they shared this information with a lot. I thought this was because I was safe. (Change that last word to FAT!) I would listen to these comments in stunned silence. No way was I going to give them any encouragement or affirm their comments. It was quite an eyeopener for me. May you continue your merry journey with pounds melting from your body! JD Jeanette, My weight problems didn’t start until I became very depressed about six years ago now, but before that, I was not what you’d call a people person. I was a tomboy, and an athlete, so most of my friends were male, or other tomboys. My previous jobs have been in male-dominated offices — professionals who could care less what you look like as long as you know how to work the damn computer. <g But in those male-dominated fields, when their wives dropped by, they were always happy to discover that I was fat. As you put it, I was "safe" to them. Now that I’m not only in a female-dominated office, but in a female-dominated *company*, I’m getting a taste of the clique politics I had so terribly missed <smirk up until now. I remember my last boss was a male, and though I was still overweight then, his wife was more overweight than I was, and took an instant dislike to me. Women seem to be far more critical of other women and themselves than men could ever be. It’s sad, really. There’s a lot of potential there for working together and coordinating effort, but they seem to be missing the point. I know that, having been fat, and having never really had any self-esteem of any kind, I have lots of emotional weight that I need to lose as well as the physical weight (I still feel and occasionally act like that 310 pound girl). The things women say about each other have been an eyeopener for me, too! <g Books are nicer and can’t snipe behind your back. That’s what I keep telling my therapist anyway. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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Amanda, What a day! What an office! I thought your co-workers comments about your boyfriend were interesting. I have always worked in a predominately male work environment. In my last job my department was nearly all male – but the company was predominately female. I found the catty comments these ‘gals’ made about each other to be amazing. The comments, though subtle, were zingers every time. I took it to mean they were insecure of themselves so were venting on others. I also found that I seemed to be the one they shared this information with a lot. I thought this was because I was safe. (Change that last word to FAT!) I would listen to these comments in stunned silence. No way was I going to give them any encouragement or affirm their comments. It was quite an eyeopener for me. May you continue your merry journey with pounds melting from your body! JD
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three perfect, foil-wrapped chocolates on my desk — just sitting there. Now, while most people would melt at the sight of such sentiment, I was more prone to do a Commando-style number where I hit the ground, took cover and called in Special Ops to neutralize the threat. Triumph #1. I casually ("Say, could you remove these freakin’ chocolates from sort of thing could get more enjoyment out of them. Reply: "Oh, you can have them! It’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, they’re filled with caramel." (Inner response: "OH! Filled with *caramel*! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? That’s *much* more acceptable.") Instead: I simply gave them to someone else by way of putting them on a confirmed chocolate-lovers desk. And then stealthily walked away. If she noticed, she did not let on. Then I ordered breakfast from the place next door — scrambled eggs with cheese, side of bacon. Obstacle #2. For our potluck today, someone had made a chocolate cake covered with Valentine’s Day M&Ms. It looked thick and delicious. Luckily for me, someone else (some kind, thoughtful soul) brought baked chicken wings. I brought a salad. I was covered. I sat there during the dessert portion of the meal as everyone feasted on cake. I got up to leave. This was construed as antisocial. "Amanda doesn’t want to sit here because she knows she’s going to eat some cake," chimed the Voice of Challenge. So I came back in, sat down, and sipped some diet Pepsi as everyone tore into cookies and cake. Triumph #2. I didn’t give in. Obstacle #3. Someone comes in to inform me, "They just put Snickers bars in the chocolate tin!" (I have to tell you about the chocolate tin: We’re an office of mostly women, so for some reason, a chocolate tin has to be maintained. When new things are added to the chocolate tin, a wave of excitement ripples through the office, much like a sinus infection. It’s humorous to watch in that National Geographic "look at what that bear is doing to that other bear!" kind of way.) Triumph #3. "Snickers in the chocolate tin, you say? I must write a memo to Corporate immediately!" I was called a smartass for my troubles, but did not have a Snickers bar. Ah, the slings and arrows of outrageous candy. Obstacle #4: Not really an obstacle. Of the three obstacles above, I think what might have stopped me the most is the fact that I was wearing a very snug-fitting black pantsuit. While they say that black hides a multitude of sins, they were not referring to my black faux velvet pantsuit. But because I don’t usually wear form-fitting clothes (size 12 or not), I got a lot of attention at another office when I went there on an errand. Someone said, "Are you losing weight?!" I said, "Yes, slowly but surely." Someone else piped in, "How are you doing it?" I answered, "Well, the first 80 pounds…" "YOU’VE LOST 80 POUNDS?!" (My first mistake.) "No, I’ve lost 130. But the first 80 was thanks to lots of high-impact exercise and weight-training, along with a less-than-perfect low-calorie diet. Currently, I’m on a low-carb diet. I’m as comfortable talking about my diet as most people would be their genitals. It’s not a natural topic of discussion for me. It would’ve been really easy to snark my way out of the interrogation and go about my business. Instead, I answered the questions. Triumph #4. Instead of deflecting the subsequent compliments with dry retorts (as I am wont to do), I gave gracious "Thank yous" and THEN went on my way. Not my usual M.O. The flipside of this: My boyfriend brought flowers to me at work — a beautiful bouquet of red roses and pink carnations. The same women who pushed chocolate all day made a lot of surprisingly catty comments. "You’ll notice that the thinner you get, the more presents he’ll give you." "Yep, when other men start looking, they have to make sure they’re taking care of you." And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works. And they don’t like it one bit. I think this is why they press extra firmly with the chocolate. In the past, they’ve delighted when I gave in to my urges. I didn’t realize how ugly it was until today when a simple token of love and affection, from one to another, got twisted into a lot of shallow, ulterior motives. So that was my day, and I’m incredulous that I survived it. On to the nutritional stuff… dinner was Pizza Hut wings (it’s been a chicken kind of week for me). Water: I’m not done yet. I’m working on the second half of my second liter. Broke my "no diet drinks" rule today, but it was a damn sight better than caving in to chocolate cake. Supplements: The usual. Exercise: Same walking mileage (3.6 mi), different day. <g Fitday says: 2065 calories 63% fat/ 35% protein/ 2% carbs 13g of carbs, 1 of them fiber I FEEL A SENSE OF POWER! …wait… No, I was just sitting on the ice pack again. If you’ve read this far, my thanks. Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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<< May their brains ooze out their ears with envy every time you walk by their desks. Hmm. That could get messy. I’ll bring a handvac. <snipping some of the great advice as I go <<Fill up the "Snickers bowl" yourself and make remarks like, "It’s so good to see someone so comfortable with her body image that she can eat those Snickers bars. I like to say, "Oh, I *like* chocolate, but I’m allergic to it. Makes my ass swell up like you wouldn’t believe." <<And the ones who are particularly evil, you might just offer them some of your old clothes…and be sure to mention the sizes OUT LOUD. You know, when I dropped to size 16, a co-worker who said she’d "grown out of them" (she didn’t indicate in which direction) gave me some size 16 clothes… which were much appreciated and then passed on to another co-worker who needed them. This is true to life! <g <<Don’t you dare let these people stop you! They are your motivation. My God..look at your numbers. You have almost lost half a person!! Just remember that every single cheat could put you right back to where you started and there is nothing, no piece of chocolate, no M&M cake, not one thing, that is worth that! Thanks, Wayne! I’m not sure what pissed me off more: their catty comments about the whole situation or their indictment of my boyfriend’s motives. It’s obvious to anyone that he and I have a very good, honest relationship and mutual respect for one another. (We’re both also quite demented; it helps.) He met me at 270 lbs. and loved me as much then as he does now. "Same woman, less of her," he says. He has never pressured me to diet or not diet. (Honestly, I think he couldn’t care less; he gets glassy-eyed and nods at the correct intervals when I babble excitedly about the WOE <g.) He responds to the increased confidence that I have in myself, but not my weight. I don’t like hearing people minimize his humanity anymore than I like them leaving little chocolate minefields all over the office. <g Amanda, 5′8" 310/186/I’ll know when I get there 45 gone since 11-00 Q: "What’s it like to have no privacy?" John Lennon: "We have privacy! We had some just the other day, didn’t we, Paul? Tell them." – Beatles press conference, 1966
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Several things related to WOE seemed to "happen" to me today. Obstacle #1. When I walked into my office this morning, there were three
[hilarity snipped] This was CLASSIC! L O L !!!!! And other backhanded comments such as that. Since I’ve been losing weight and changing shape, and getting more comfortable with the shape I have, I’ve noticed an undercurrent of resentment with some of the office women. They are on diets themselves (for a few days at a time only). They gripe about their weight, their energy, their cholesterol… of course, I think low-carb diets are the Way, the Truth and the Light. But when I battled my weight, I didn’t like people preaching diets to me, so I don’t do it to anyone else unless prompted. They’re aware of the diet I’m on. They’re aware that it works.
May their brains ooze out their ears with envy every time you walk by their desks. Make them suffer….have your boyfriend come to the office with gifts. Look good and it will kill them! Keep the gifts in the open. Say stuff like, "Well, at the beginning of our relationship he just gave me candy, but I think as we have grown closer, he prefers flowers and jewelry. It’s so much more classy don’t you think?" Fill up the "Snickers bowl" yourself and make remarks like, "It’s so good to see someone so comfortable with her body image that she can eat those Snickers bars. Say stuff like, "Hell yes my boyfriend is more attentive (wink here). It’s just thsat I’m SO tired these days (wink again). You really ought to try it sometime." And the ones who are particularly evil, you might just offer them some of your old clothes…and be sure to mention the sizes OUT LOUD. And the ultimate killer…."You know I really don’t like chocolate much anymore (OK, lying may be necessary here)…but you go ahead since it’s pretty apparent you do. Don’t you dare let these people stop you! They are your motivation. My God..look at your numbers. You have almost lost half a person!! Just remember that every single cheat could put you right back to where you started and there is nothing, no piece of chocolate, no M&M cake, not one thing, that is worth that! Wayne Crannell 250/209/175 Atkins 10/27/01
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