Hmmm, reading through PPs about fear, loathing, smugness, all made me think about how I feel about overeating.
I’m currently a healthy weight and I cycle/walk/run A LOT and portion control to maintain. To keep at a healthy weight, I don’t restrict myself too much, but treats, meals out, takeaways are planned and accounted for. It has always been a feature of adult life and a point of conversation with friends of a similar size/mindset. If I do take my finger off the pulse, say at Christmas, then I end up a stone overweight that I have to work at to lose.
I do notice what overweight acquaintances are eating. Probably because of my own relationship with food. I have an overweight FB friend who at the moment is posting all her lockdown meals. Lots of takeaways, particularly those Scottish munchie boxes (a pizza box piled high with different deep fried foods). And I suppose I find it fascinating. I’d never eat one because it’s an obscene amount of food. But maybe part of me is jealous because I do like takeaways and pizzas and massive bags of crisps. A small part of me would quite like to spend lockdown curled up on the sofa eating junk until my heart’s content. By silently noticing the problems that go along with being obese, the health problems, difficulty moving around, etc. I’m reminding myself why I have to get up and do the bike ride I can’t be bothered to do, or why I’m thinking about whether I’ve earned a dessert that day or not.
Maybe it seems taboo to comment on weight because I am, on a level, judging and noticing. But then I often think I’d like to be helped if I was in that place...