Do your skinny jeans fit? Is your skin glowing? Are you retaining water? I didn’t just ask that, because I don’t give a crap. Don’t tell me your goal, current, or ideal weight, your set point, how much you have lost or gained or that you’ve reached a plateau. You’re worse than boring me. You’re torturing me. I am desperate for a new conversation.
NOTE: For me, this is not about what people write on their own blogs about what is important to them and personal, because I’m fine with that, I don’t have to follow you, I don’t have to read it.
For me this pertains to “friendly conversation” in which everyone from my co-workers, family members to perfect strangers chatting on the bus feel entitled to talk about their diets, ask about my body or my diet and discuss “diet tips” as a hobby. And the constant noise of it on tv. And magazines. As something that people (especially women) are supposed to care about and do as a “thing” regardless of the size or shape of their own actual body or health.