He’s not actually my “boss” per se, he is the owner of the company I work
for and I rarely ever see him. And truth be told, he did not really just call
me fat. He asked me if I was putting on weight. He said I looked forty pounds
heavier then the last time he saw me. He told me I was too young to be putting
on that kind of weight, and that it was not good. He asked me what is going
on. He did not care if I was offended, he may have even been genuinely
concerned for me but it was blunt and matter of fact.
I, of course knew already, I needed to make a change. The year before I made
a new years resolution to not buy anything out of the vending machines at work
for a year. Before that I was buying at least a twenty once soda every day. I
had made that goal but I would still go out to eat and binge on sweet carbonated
beverages at least two or three days a week. Just after the new year, exercise
and diet came up in a sermon. The speaker specifically hit on how he had to
give up pop. I was already feeling bad because I could not physically keep up
with my nephew at all anymore. I was also embarrassed that I drank more pop
then the kids. The weekend before this conversation I joined a site called
exercise friends, I also had a dream in which I was ashamed and lying about how
much more I was eating then everyone else. But this was the final straw. I
bought a scale went on a calorie restrictive diet, quit drinking pop, and
started exercising every day. I do not really consider this particular incident love but as much as I hate to admit it, his blunt question
and comment was ultimately helpful to me.