Confession: My Friend B Called Me “Pudgy”

I am in a rambling type of mood right now, so I figured I would do a post about something that happened a couple weeks ago:

I was hanging out at a friend’s house - we’ll call him D. (He’s my friend that is actually dying of cancer). Anyway, my buddy B stopped by to shoot the breeze, etc. He had a few beers and got drunk.

Well, that’s when he started calling me “pudgy” and said I had a fat stomach and ass.

Hey, he’s right and all - I have many times admitted it to both myself and him and others.

So why was it still hurtful?

I don’t knock people for being honest at all - in fact, I think people should be honest with friends when they are overweight and give them tough love. Don’t tell your overweight and unhealthy friend that she looks fine… tell her she needs to get healthy. You aren’t doing anyone any favors by lying to them. Just be as nice as possible.

So anyway, I told B that yes, I had been exercising and dieting for a couple weeks or so. And yes, thank you, I know I am fat.

He kept it up until D told him to shut up.

But yes, it hit me deep inside and made me even more resolved to lose the extra weight and become slim and healthy.

But B has some nerve talking about fat… he has pancreas problems (due to drinking) that causes pretty much nothing he eats to be absorbed. Therefore, he is about 100 pounds at 5′6″. Here’s the kicker:

HE EATS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE PIG. HE CHOWS DOWN ON FAST FOOD, PIZZA, JUNK, SUGAR, BEER, ETC. AND DOESN’T GAIN AN OUNCE BECAUSE HIS BODY CAN’T ABSORB IT.

Yet here I am, counting calories, exercising my ass off… and still overweight. And before I started dieting, I didn’t eat HALF as much as he does.

Where is the justice in this? Seriously?

In conclusion, this post was not to make anyone feel sorry for me. If anything, my friend B being an a*shole and telling me the truth was liberating, although he could have been nicer about it. Anyway, I don’t care what the researchers say about calorie counting. I am a true non-believer in calorie counting. I believe that 80% of weight problems is because of genetics and health. I can count calories until I am blue in the face and still not lose much weight. Yet someone else can stuff their face full of junk and be stick-thin. And still someone else can eat fast food every day and not gain an ounce.