pete10141748
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what a great thread!
I was giggling all the way through, though of course that was mostly because many of these things have/do happen to me!
What I hate most:
Walking through town and spotting someone you haven't seen for a while - I admit, on most occasions I have ducked into the nearest shop to avoid being seen. It was just a little embarassing that time I accidently "ducked into" Anne Summers!
The very petite lady at the counter who I met eyes with didn't know where to look!
Needless to say, I legged it back out again pretty quick!
Sitting in a restaurant, and ordering something like a steak, with jacket potato and salad - the waitress has a look of "yeah, as if that's what you usually have"
Also in a restaurant, when they come to ask you "would you like anything else/dessert menu?" and everyone at the table looks at me first, as though I am their "gauge" for it - if I get one, it's ok for them to get one too, but if they get one and I say "no", they all think "I know you really want one, fatboy, don't think you can fool me"
but my biggest hate?
I hate the part of myself that stopped me doing something about me weight years ago.
Don't get me wrong, not saying I hate myself, I don't, in fact I bloody love me
If there was a prize for self-love, I'd be getting a gold!..... wait....... that didn't come out right............
I was giggling all the way through, though of course that was mostly because many of these things have/do happen to me!
What I hate most:
Walking through town and spotting someone you haven't seen for a while - I admit, on most occasions I have ducked into the nearest shop to avoid being seen. It was just a little embarassing that time I accidently "ducked into" Anne Summers!
Needless to say, I legged it back out again pretty quick!
Sitting in a restaurant, and ordering something like a steak, with jacket potato and salad - the waitress has a look of "yeah, as if that's what you usually have"
Also in a restaurant, when they come to ask you "would you like anything else/dessert menu?" and everyone at the table looks at me first, as though I am their "gauge" for it - if I get one, it's ok for them to get one too, but if they get one and I say "no", they all think "I know you really want one, fatboy, don't think you can fool me"
but my biggest hate?
I hate the part of myself that stopped me doing something about me weight years ago.
Don't get me wrong, not saying I hate myself, I don't, in fact I bloody love me
If there was a prize for self-love, I'd be getting a gold!..... wait....... that didn't come out right............