Make up you mind already

[candyshopgirl]

Slightly OT: I'm fat. I just lost 40 pounds. I'm allowed to eat a god damned chocolate bar once in a while. I dislike the "Fat girl bying a candy bar" stare I get from other people in line. As far as the "if you care about calories just eat fruit", I eat plenty of it. But when the horomones start to fly, stand not between a woman and her chocolate ration.[/QUOTE]

This is a little off topic.But I know that stare. I was almost 50 pounds overweight and was having chest pains and such.Well my doctor gave me some appetite control pills.Basically because if I don't lose weight I will have a heart attack like my father.(he only has 35% of a heart left) I've manage to lose 35 pounds,well when I go to pick up my refill from the pharmacy I get that look. Because these pills are normally prescribed for really overweight people(like 100 pounds or more.)They look at me like a druggie. Sorry to highjack my own thread.

[Becks]

Now where did I hide my cheerios?

In one of my kitchen cabinets.

[Pezzle]

I just eat good-quality food that isn't obviously unhealthy, and make sure I get at least some exercise. It seems to work well enough.

Hey I'm not saying it doesn't, I'm just saying it helps to count for a while. After a while you get into better habits and it tapers off but when you first start it's like "oh wow, that has HOW MANY calories? O-o"

[bloodrose]

I don't know about you, but I still always feel bad when I (try to) go out to eat and I have to ask the server a million questions. I know it's not like I'm one of those horribly picky eaters, but I still feel weird, and usually just stay home.

Oh, I do feel bad - I'm soooo polite about it. Worse, though, is trying to explain what gluten is and explainging that no, really, the reaction is *severe* so it is *very* important. Actually, the absolute worst is going to some trendy restaurant where the waitors don't give a toss and say "yeah, okay" and then don't talk to the chef. I can spot these ones now, though. They have a snooty look on their face! After a recent gluten event, I think I've decided to buy protein bars to keep on me and just have a glass of wine when friends want me to go out to dinner with them.

Slightly OT: I'm fat. I just lost 40 pounds. I'm allowed to eat a god damned chocolate bar once in a while. I dislike the "Fat girl bying a candy bar" stare I get from other people in line.

I'm currently 30lbs overweight myself and I keep getting that "fat girl is eating junk" look, too. I've lost 15lbs thanks to a great personal trainer but I'm not going to say to someone giving me that look "hey, I lost 15 lbs and I'm doing just fine eating this candy bar." My cousin at one point was 100lbs overweight and she hated eating in public ever because of it. It seriously sucks to get that crap.

[Automan Empire]

I hate being in line behind somebody who spends more time choosing a dozen donuts, than they spent choosing fathers for their various kids!

Ummmmm, ummmmmm, how many is that (for the third time)? "SEVEN!" Oh, okay.... uuummmm uuuuuummmm, how about one of these (point briefly at front of case where employee cannot possibly see finger, for the eighth time in a row) No! That one! (tap glass and drop finger) No, THAT ONE! Okay, how many is that..... (Blather, wince, repeat)

They'll usually pour my coffee and take my already-out money in the middle of this... I hate time bandits at work and try my damnedest not to be one myself.

[Jay 2K Winger]

Not food-related but definitely "make up your damn mind already" related.

This was about seven years ago, I think. It was winter time, coming up on the holidays. I've lucked out and managed to weasel ten days off from work so I can go out of town with my family for Christmas. Matter of fact, it was my last day before leaving.

As I'd been working a crapload of hours in the week leading up to the trip, I hadn't had a lot of time to pack for the trip. So I'm planning to finish my packing as soon as I get off work. This particular day, even, I didn't even have my car, as my younger sister had taken it to go to school that day.

Anyway. It's coming up on closing. This woman comes up to my register with about twenty different earring sets from our jewelry counter. And these were cheap earrings, too, maybe $20 a set, if that.

She lays out all the earring sets and starts to examine them at length. And doing little motions with her hands like she's "feeling their aura" or something. Just clearly has not made up her mind which ones she's going to buy.

Another customer comes up behind her with a full cart, and so I tell Earring Lady, "Ma'am, if you haven't decided which ones you're going to buy yet, I'm gonna need you to take your stuff over here," and I move it over to the next register, which was empty, "and you come back over once you've found your membership card and picked out your jewelry."

She just gives me this bewildered look, and then turns to her earrings while I ring out the other customer. As soon as the other customer's gone, she brings her stuff back over -- all of it -- and hands me her membership card. Then goes right back to her silent examination.

I'm standing there trying not to be so rude as to stare at my watch, wondering how long she's gonna take while she judges the crystalline auraspheres of each and every single earring she's pulled off the rack. I wanted to just arbitrarily pick two or three earring sets out, tell her, "You're buying these," and ring her out.

[Buglady]

I don't think it matters how fat or thin you are - some people will always comment on what you are eating. I feel very uncomfortable eating in public (not in restaurants, but eating a snack or whatever) because of comments I've received. If I am eating something healthy, it's "no wonder you're so thin! Look, all you eat is carrots!" (um, I'm eating carrots NOW, but that doesn't mean that's all I eat), or "oh, you shouldn't eat that donut, you're so slim! You shouldn't risk getting fat!" OR "I hate you, I wish I could eat that!".

That last one I now answer by pointing to my bike. When I am riding 20 miles a day, I need to eat about 3000 calories just to break even - and most weeks I have that as a base, PLUS a 40-60 mile ride on the weekend. (Next Saturday I am riding my first 100-mile "century." I am going to be carb-loading like crazy all week). So I end up eating a truly ridiculous amount of food for someone of my size.

People only get a couple of chances with me on the food thing.