I’m down 1.2 lbs this week. It’s amazing that I used to consider that a “bad” week and now anything over a pound per week is a bonus for me. I had an absolute great week – I hit yoga three times, went to Zumba, set a new personal record for how long I can jog without stopping, etc…
With my great week in mind – I’m going to gossip with you!
There’s this woman who goes to my WW meeting who I CANNOT STAND. I kinda feel bad because WW often feels like a sisterhood or a sorority, only for fat people. Instead of secret handshakes, we swap tips on how to maximize points. So, in that spirit, I try very hard to like everyone. Or, if not like, at least ignore.
Not this woman.
First, let me just say that I had to stop going to my regular meeting for a while because of an hours change at work. I’m now rotating my hours, so I’ll be able to hit up my usual meeting at least six out of eight weeks, but there was a period of eight weeks where I had to attend the later meeting. This woman joined sometime in that period because I had never clapped eyes on her before last week.
She’s just awful. There’s this whole thing happening at WW where they are combining our meeting with the later meeting and putting it smack in between the two. It doesn’t work for the majority of the people who attend our meeting and people are (rightfully) upset. We were discussing it last week, one of the lifetime ladies and myself and the horrible woman (from here on out, she will be referred to as HW) piped up that the last thing she wanted from her WW meeting was politics and that she should just be told where and when to show up and she’d be there.
Ok lady. It’s wonderful for you that you have such an open schedule. I’m glad that you a) have no life or b) make your WW meeting the top priority in your week, but it’s not that way for everyone. Even if I start to attend at the new meeting time, some of the lovely people I’ve been doing this weight loss thing with for the last eighteen months will not be able to join me. That means some of the support I’ve built with WW is gone. I’m sure if you’ve ONLY BEEN ATTENDING FOR EIGHT WEEKS (maximum) YOU DON’T CARE WHEN THE MEETINGS ARE SWITCHING TO, but you don’t have the right to make other people feel like they’re being petty for giving a damn. You can have your opinion, just keep it to yourself. She cemented my bad opinion of her by making snarky comments under her breath after other people had spoken during the actual meeting. Bitch.
So this week, I was all ready to give her a second chance this week – fat being thicker than water after all – but she made me want to slap her again! We were talking tracking and I mentioned that it helps me to do it in the morning – I’m less likely to get off plan if I know I’m going to mess up the way my tracker looks. A bit mental, I know, but it helps me out. SHE MADE FUN OF ME!! Loud enough that I heard her and whipped around to ask her to repeat it. She looked shifty, but she did. HW had followed up my comment that I use a three-month tracker with a crack about how it makes it harder to start over when I spell something wrong.
FUCK YOU LADY.
I rolled my eyes at her, but said nothing. My moment came when she revealed that she tracks on a custom-designed Exel spreadsheet WITH MACROS. I interrupted her to ask if she had actually made fun of me for keeping my tracker neat, when she was anal enough to design software to keep track of her food. There was silence in the room and then everyone laughed at her.
For most, the laughter was good-natured, but for me? Uh-uh. I meant every HA HA as a slur on her honour, integrity and compunction.
For I too am a bitch.