That “F” Word

How would you react if someone tells you that you are fat? Are you going to feel angry, embarrassed or simply take it? Well, in my own unbiased opinion or the lack thereof, it depends on who said it. If it is by someone not really close to me, I might feel insulted, angry and maybe retaliate by saying that same thing to that person. However, if it is by someone I  “admire” then it is going to be a truckload of embarrassment, pink cheeks and maybe a little bruise on the ego.

If it is a friend- someone who could be brutally honest with me, then it might be a wake up call by telling me that “hey girlfriend, your belly is bigger, are you pregnant or something?” or “your clothes are really getting smaller, aren’t they?” And it is my obligation to just read between the lines.

So yeah, I’d rather have that someone be a friend because I know it is one way of telling me that I need to cut off from the slack I am in and do some physical activities for my sake. The thing about going through a review for an all important exam was my life became sedentary. Eat, study and sleep were the activities I got involved with for the last six months or the past year. I have to admit, I’m getting used to it and my tummy was loving it. I somehow embraced this all too “vacation mode” life even after the exam. I was so into it until some “brutally honest friends” went over to see how I was doing. As they found out, I was certainly doing fine, in fact, too fine for their taste.

I am no stranger to this diet slash exercise slash being healthy things. In fact, it is always on my “to do” list for my new year’s resolution every year. In fairness to me, I get to keep it for atleast a few months. But just as they say that promises are destined to be broken, I let destiny took over everytime it knocked on my door.

It’s silly that I’m trying to do this thing again. The difference is, I get to do this at the end of the year and hopefully, I’d be able to keep it this time. Like Nikita said, “there is always a choice” and I realized that it was my own choosing why I can’t keep my promise. I have to stop making excuses for myself. And one more thing, this is actually the first time since high school that someone told that I am fat. That F word I thought I would never heard again.