Disclaimer: STILL mad, can't be held accountable for swearing.
Let's start with something simple: What is the difference between an alcoholic and an obese individual? Here's what I came up with:
-Both experience denial about their issue.
-Both isolate themselves from friends/relationships.
-Both drink/eat in secret to hide just how much they're consuming.
-Both increase their risk of health issues immensely.
-Both use their addiction of choice as a means to deal with emotions.
-Both have negative self-image issues, perpetuated by their addiction.
Wait, weren't we discussing the differences between the two? The only difference I see is what their drug of choice is honestly. If you were to not only approve of, but mix and conceal a recovering alcoholic while they sneak a drink, that would make you a pretty shitty person. So someone, please, tell me why it is okay to email someone that is on a diet- and you're aware of it- and ask that person (who has already said no once) if they would like you to fetch them a piece of cake, and hide it at your desk so they can enjoy it without "the nazi" finding out?!?! How would that be any different from enabling (aiding and abetting sounds more accurate here to me) an alcoholic? Aha- now I see the difference.. Obesity is a much more acceptable form of addiction apparently.
This, the emailing thing, actually took place in my office yesterday. You've all heard me talk about my BFF before. We work together, we diet together, I love her. She's been struggling lately due to a combination of stress, too much on her plate, and being surrounded by people that would love to see her fail at this- primarily, our miserable, fellow fat coworkers. We work in a large medical office, so there's food catered every day (sometimes more than once) and most of it is junk. BFF and I bring our lunches daily because of it, and we eat later than everyone else to ensure the food is cold by then, and less tempting. Yesterday, there was cake as a dessert and BFF passed on it easily. We had our lunch, came back to the office, and then the food-pusher started in on her. First it was just, "Aren't you getting any cake? Can I fix you a plate?" BFF still said no thanks, and that's when the email was sent.
If you don't know already, I'm "The Nazi" she was offering to conceal cake from. Back in April, it was BFF that finally kicked my butt into gear. She stayed on top of me, making sure I wasn't cheating, motivating me, whatever it took. She was the mentally strong one then, and I jokingly caller her "The Weight Watcher Nazi." Trust me, it was a term of endearment. Recently, we've switched sides, and I'm now the Nazi. I stopped pushing the other coworker weeks ago, but never BFF. She pushed me when I needed it, so I owe it to her. The whole office knows we are getting healthier, they all know I'm the Nazi, and they all think we're doing a great job. Yet some of them still become food-pushers when certain foods pop up in the kitchen. They never do this to me anymore because it's a waste of time, but they KNOW she has been struggling and they STILL do it because they are obese and choosing to do nothing about it. It makes me want to hurt these miserable old women.
Thankfully, BFF and I choose not to be misery's company anymore. Don't let anyone sabotage you over the next 29 days!