As noted... I hear some ridiculous things at work. I think I've zoned out so I hear less now than I used to... and people aren't as invasive when you aren't pregnant, apparently. I also am choosing to pump on the floor inside an unused office because even though it has a lot of windows it also has a lock on the door. Our HR person is astounded that I would choose to sit on the floor behind a desk instead of in the general supply closet with a rolling door and no lock. Whatever.
So I wa sin the kitchen earlier this week and heard this convo between two colleagues--one has celiacs (so she says) and the other is obsessed with eating healthfully. Both are skinny bitches. (term of endearment)
Girl one--I mean, I think that I just don't weigh very much because I started not drinking soda in high school. Then I cut out fast food. Then I cut out x. Then I quit eating very much.
Girl two-Yah, I mean, I just have a hard time gaining weight. I'll do ok if I'm super working out, but as soon as I stop it all disappears.
Girl one--I KNOW. I mean, I'll work out and finally have a booty and the next day it's gone. I typically only eat 45% of what is on my plate.
It's just so hard to be skinny.
(and have an eating disorder.)
Judgement. I judged. And continued to make my oatmeal. And ate 100% of it.
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