It can be difficult, being an FA activist when you work and socialise with a group of women that includes two WW dieters, one yo-yo "low fat and calorie reduction" dieter, one woman with an obsession for discussing the content of other people's meals and several people who are not dieting right now, but who see it as a positive thing, and two thin women who have never "needed" to diet in their lives or had to try it, yet still feel able to speak with authority on the matter.
Today, only five of us, including myself, were able to take lunch together. M, our low-fat dieter, T and J, our WW dieters, and D; a wonderful woman in her sixties who has more sense than any of us put together and whose company I enjoy more than most.
During lunch the conversation turned, as it so often does, to dieting. As usual, I prepared to spend lunch not talking, and mostly not listening, as these conversations have really been getting old of late. To my surprise, M made a point of telling T and J not to get "too obsessed" with their diets or take it "too far". I was able to take part in the conversation by warning them about the obsessive nature of my diets over the years, and noticed a look of slightly concerned recognition on their faces. They didn't agree with me, and wanted to deny it, but they knew the horror stories I was telling personally. I didn't get to say as much as I would have liked, which is probably a good thing as I tend to blather, and I would rather they hear my side of things in spits and spats than in some awful rant. T and J, of course, proceeded to reassure us that they were not obsessed, that they certainly aren't going to become the sort of people that count every point and weight htemselves twice a day; the sort of people who think about nothing but food and always want it, and who starve themselves all day in preparation for a night in a restaurant, spending the whole day week prior telling everyone how excited they are to be about to go and eat barbeque ribs, or whatever.
And then M, who was most vocal and whom they seemed most concerned with convincing, got up to have a smoke.
And then D and I watched.
T: ... That salad was yummy.
J: Yeah, really nice. It didn't even need cheese or meat or anything.
T: Or bread. Or dressing, either.
J: Sometimes all you need is some lettuce and onion and peppers and tomato and cucumber just all on its own.
T: Yeah.
...
T: ... I... kinda fancy something sweet now, though.
J: I'll have something sweet if you do! (Yay! An excuse to be a naughty girlie!)
T: Not sure if I should though...
J: How many points was that salad worth?
T: Oh god, I forgot to check. Have you got your WW calculator with you?
J: Yeah, of course.
T: So what was it? Lettuce, onion,
J: Peppers...
T: Yeah peppers, tomato and cucumber.
J: Did you have sweetcorn?
T: No I didn't have that.
J: Oh good, me neither.
T: So, lettuce is worth 1 point. Is that for a whole lettuce or for a serving?
J: How big is a serving of lettuce?
T: Let's say a point for that, then. Peppers are 2 points per pepper.
J: I'm going to assume I had half a pepper in my salad. (Note; they had about a tablespoon of peppers each)
T: Right so, add the onion and tomato, and just in case we got it wrong I'll add another point and that's... 6 points each for the salad.
J: How many have you had so far today?
T: Well I can have 20, I had 4 for breakfast, so I've got 10 left. Plenty!
J: Great! Let's get some chocolate!
T: Oh, actually, I don't know what I want for dinner. Should I leave some points spare?
J: Don't they have those sugar-free, fat-free reconstituted cereal bars? Those are only a point each.
T: Let's have one of those each, then!
J: If we split one we could save points for a snack later as well.
And if you were bored out of your skull by halfway through that, you know exactly how I feel. In case you were wondering, they never did buy their sweet treat. They spent 10 minutes dithering up by the snack bar, carefully examining the wrappers of all the diet-branded snacks before finally deciding to "be good".
I was very good. Not once did I grab them by the throat and yell JUST STOP! JUST STOP DITHERING! YOU'VE EATEN LESS CALORIES THAN THE W.H.O DAILY RECOMMENDATIONS EVERY DAY FOR THE LAST 3 MONTHS! IF YOU WANT CHOCOLATE EAT IT! IF YOU DON'T WANT IT, DON'T HAVE IT FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!
So, yes. Not obsessed in the slightest.
It's also a little unnerving to eat in front of people on WW and other diets. T and J do this; they watch you. They stare at your food. On the plate, then they watc to see how much you load on the fork, and watch you put it in your mouth. It's creepy. D had bought herself a little chocolate bar, but wasn't hungry for it after all so just left it, wrapped, on the table in front of her. And they kept on looking at it. All the time, and if anyone dares buy a dessert, they go on and on about how "unfair" it is to eat something "nice" in front of them. It's like the food they eat on WW has become a form of self-flagellation, and now they can't stop dreaming about the day that it stops. In this case, I think this desire for something sweet stemmed from D's chocolate bar, since they also spoke at length about how "terrible" it is to leave it out like that. and how they are just so weak, if there is any sweet food in the house they just CRAM it all in! They just can't help themselves!
I can't help but wonder if perhaps they would have more self control around food left in the house if they just ate what they wanted, when they wanted, and did their best to get plenty of nourishing, healthful vegetables and fruit and beneficial oils in there. Isn't that the whole point of WW in the first place? Eat what you want and lose wieght?