A Taste Party?

There are some things people just know. Touching a hot stove top will burn your hand. Walking into a rainstorm without an umbrella will leave you drenched. Running a red light with an officer behind you will get you a ticket.  But what to say and not to say about someone's weight can be less certain. And talking to someone about their extra weight can have the impact of launching a hand grenade.

I received a text last night from my neighbor inviting me to a taste party for Body by Vi 90 Day Challenge.  This particular neighbor is aware that I have been doing Zumba twice a week and riding my bike in an attempt to not only lose weight, but to tone my body.  What was she thinking?  I wonder how many women under a size 10 she invited to her "taste party".  Did she stop to think how it might come across? 

After much spinning and fuming, I found myself in the bathroom (bra and panties on only) looking at my body. I look smaller, more toned, and I even feel that way. However, that smaller, more toned body started melting away as I was looking in the mirror. I started seeing cellulite on my thighs, and a pouch on my tummy, and from there I went on a rampage of self-destruction. Gosh, I thought I was getting some where with this Zumba and bike riding, but she caused my mind to race with thoughts like, "What if the Zumba doesn't work? Am I okay with that? Why is it I can weigh the same as some of my friends, but can't fit in their clothes?" Somebody please explain that one to me?  That is not fair, y'all!

After my body-image bashing, I did exactly what any woman does when she is depressed about her weight and her body tone. . . I sat down with a bowl of ice cream and sent my neighbor a text declining the invitation to the "taste party”.  Send me an invite to "all you can eat party"!