" I don't eat breakfast because it's a waste; I hate water because, what's the point, it's water; I have no idea what snacks are good so I just eat whatever; and dinner, well don't.go.there."
I think there were a few more blurbs in there but you get the point.
And then she added, "and I know, I need to move."
Aha...a little, tiny light???
I felt at this point, just as I suspected in the elevator, that she was trying to ask for help?
She knows about my "weighty" past, she knows what I do now, and she, well, doesn't know how to help herself, right?
Or does she?
Maybe she does but doesn't want to?
Was I suppose to say something?
I stood there for what seemed an eternity, but it was really like a minute and then I just started talking.
And - she was listening.
More like hanging on every word. It reminded me of that poster of the kitten hanging onto the end of a rope.For some reason, it still surprises me how many adults don't know the basics about food.
Why we need to eat...
How not eating enough can be worse than eating more...
What foods are healthy and how we don't have to give up everything but learn to be sensible.
Simple? Not really - well - it wasn't for me, which is why I weighted 250 pounds.
Right there in the hot and tiny confines of the lunch room, over the humming of the ice maker and the bells of the microwave, me, the Self-Proclaimed (former) Food Hater and (former) Fatty offered to help.
I gently nudged her with, "Well, if you decide you want to try something different, maybe I could share some of my tips and we could work on a journal and a plan for you...if you decide you want to."
I tried to keep it casual and light and hope and pray it didn't come off as preachy and self-righteous.
She thanked me and we went our separate ways - at least for now.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
-d
that's awesome, dee! i hope she eventually starts to feel better!
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