OK so check it friends I know I am usually all light hearted and happy go lucky on the blog but sometimes something happens or someone says something and it really just hits a nerve.
Well yesterday someone said something to me and it just set me off.
Let me set the scene for you…
Yesterday, lunch time I am sitting at my desk minding my own business eating my lunch which consisted of turkey chili, baby carrots, cut up red, yellow, and orange peppers, grapes and a cutie.
I’m working and enjoying my lunch -which I HATE the fact that I eat my lunch WHILE I am working but whatever- and one of my asshat coworkers walks by…
“Eating a lot there Nikki…”
OH NO YOU DIDN’T
Now, normally I would just keep my mouth shut and let comments like that roll of my back like water off a duck but I have had it with said asshat and his stupid effin comments.
I went bat shit crazy on his ass.
“REALLY?!?! You really need to get the f*ck off my back and keep your stupid ass comments to yourself asshat. Ya really wanna go here? Lets look at this. I have turkey chili that I made at home so there for I know EXACTLY what is in it and I can guarantee you there is nothing bad in it and it is not processed. Can you say that about your fat laden chicken parm that is enough for 3 people that you ordered? Lets not even touch the fact that you and I both know that you will eat it all at lunch time instead of bringing some of it home. I also have baby carrots, cut up peppers, to dip in hummus which is also homemade so there fore again I know EXACTLY what is in it and it is not processed. I also have some fruit. You on the other hand have a CREAM based soup that is enough again for easily 2 or 3 people which again you and I both know you are gonna eat the entire container. I think you really need to check yourself, keep your comments to yourself, and get the f*ck away from my desk.”
Said asshat hung his head in shame and walked away.
Now I know that may have come across mean but let me just say this…
It is no secret that I used to be fat. Yes FAT. But today I am 130 pound lighter. I know what I can and can not eat. I know what I like. I know I ENJOY eating healthy. I know that the food I am putting in my body is whole and healthy unlike the crap these guys at work order. No one NO ONE has any right to say two words about what I am eating. My parents do not even say anything to me so what in your right mind makes you think it is okay to say something?!?!
And because that was not enough of a verbal ass whooping.
Later in the day I was going over my track for my upcoming BodyPump training -I have biceps and lunges more on that later- and I am standing at my desk doing the moves and said asshat walks by…
“Nik, don’t ya think you over do it with all the working out you do?”
“Listen asshat, you and I clearly do not see eye to eye on food choices and work out choices and ya know what that is perfectly fine. With that said what is not fine is the fact that you do not know when to SHUT THE F*CK UP.
“SERIOUSLY! You really need to just stop. I do not need your stupid comments. I do not need you policing what I am eating or how much I am working out. I am healthy, happy and fit and that is all that I care about. I care about my body and my health. You may not but I do. Don’t worry yourself with what I am doing and do me a favor from now on when you walk past my desk do not even look at what I am doing. I really do not want to have these conversations again with you.
Now I know all of this is coming from his own insecurities but really people need to keep their dumb ass comments to themselves. Growing up I was tormented by kids about my weight. I was the fat kid. I was picked last for everything. Whatever. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? I over came that and today and so much more healthier and happier. Yet I still get stupid ass comments about my weight, my food choices and my work out decisions and to be honest its f*cking annoying. I mean I know I am not going to make everyone happy and ya know what I am totally fine with it but keep your comments to yourself.
Moral of the story?
Moral of the story?
Do not comment on my choices be it food, workout, or anything for that matter.