What's wrong with you?

Time: This morning

I'm bursting with joy inside (those who read my other blog http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com will know why) and I'm driving to work early. I see this 'regular' lady flagging me down. She works near my office. Now, this is how I've always felt about this person. She only talks to me when she needs a lift from me. At other times, I'm seemingly transparent and she doesn't even bother to acknowledge me when we bump into each other during lunch time. But I've continued to give her a ride whenever she flags me down because well, it's on my way anyway. I usually just let her blabber on with her mundane small talk. I'm not much of a morning person so I actually treasure my alone time in the drive to work every day.

So anyway, she asks me why every time she sees me, I'm putting on MORE and MORE (her voice really emphasised this!) weight. Then she asks me loudly, 'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???!!!'
Calmly, I carry on driving and tell her there's nothing wrong with me; I'm just not into this whole dieting thing.

She then refers me to her colleague (whom I know very well) and if I have seen how she has become so slim and delicate lately. Yes, she omits to mention that this colleague of hers is on a perpetual diet; diet pills, diet shakes, miracle creams, surgery.... you name it, she's done it. Nothing wrong with that if she's happy with the process. But I'm not in the mood to correct my lady hitch-hiker. Nor do I feel I owe her any explanation about having PCOS.

I am by now slightly irritated with this person but I bite my tongue. This person is first, trying to undermine my confidence in myself and secondly trying to stir envy in me for another person.
Yes, I wish I were not overweight. I wish I have not put on 10 kgs in the last 5 years. But I have. I have not eaten any differently from 5 years ago. No bigger portions. No smaller portions either. I have my healthy portions of meat, veg and carbs every day and I think I'm still relatively healthy. I am focusing on my spiritual recovery.

Do I sound like a case of sour grapes? Well, sure beats living on grape fruit if you ask me.