Don't tell me what to eat. No Really, sthaaaaap!

I have, and always have had, an issue with people telling me what to do.  Ever since I was able to form words, NO has always been a favorite.  It's actually a darling habit bordering on a diagnosis of oppositional disorder.

I've not had to "learn how" to say no.  It's genetic.

My parents had to resort to using reverse psychology to get me to do ANYTHING and were able to use it for YEARS.  Poor bastards.
 

Maybe I'm not alone...

"Don't take a nap, Andi."  "DO NOT eat your vegetables."  "Whatever you do, do not go to sleep."

I am a bit... controlling.   I do not like people to tell me what to do, watch, wear, like, or eat. I "am late" to every popular TV show because some stubborn part of my brain shouts...NO, everybody is watching THAT!

 But I digress.  Don't tell me what to do and especially don't tell me what to EAT.  Do NOT fucking tell me what to eat.  Seriously, fucker.  Shhhhhhhh.

In my adult life I have weighed as little as 104 and as much as 184.  When I was skinny and sick, people had NO problem telling me what to eat and how much I should eat.  When I was fat, people gave unsolicited dieting advice and I got, "You would be so pretty if you lost a few pounds."  Now that I am in the middle normal/chubby size 8, people are STILL trying to give me advice...for which, I DIDN'T ask.

 I am INTIMATELY AWARE of which foods make you fat and which foods don't.  I am extremely hard on myself.  I don't need advice and I ESPECIALLY don't need advice from men...and/or people who have never given birth.  With all due respect, go FUCK yourself.  AND I KNOW WHAT TO EAT.  AND I KNOW HOW TO LOSE WEIGHT. AND I UNDERSTAND WHICH FOODS ARE HEALTHY.

Or when they tell me how to diet and "get abs".  You think you know.  YOU DON'T KNOW.

Of course I SAY I want to lose weight.  Part of me honestly DOES.  But I also want to eat yummy food.  I DO NOT want to live my life in constant deprivation, eating unseasoned chicken and asparagus.  If YOU like this way of life, then GO FUCKING LIVE IT.  Look at your abs and be proud.  As for me, I just wanna lose 15 pounds and still enjoy life.  At 43, I no longer have the determination and will power to struggle with food daily.  I can no longer be at war with myself and my daily food intake.  It's exhausting.  It makes me unhappy.  It makes me angry.  

General piece of advice for everyone.  Take your opinions about me and other people and keep them in your HEAD like a normal person.  I mean, I see lots of shit on Facebook that I have opinions about.  I look at political posts and I JUDGE people.  I read at religious posts and I have SO MUCH TO SAY.  I have opinions, sometimes strong ones, and you know what?  I keep them to myself.  Nothing I say/post is going to change who you will choose to elect in November.  Nothing I write will sway you in regards to your religion.  WHO AM I to weigh in on these posts anyway?  Nobody.  I am nobody.  Let's all do something AWESOME.  Let's all just shut the fuck up.
 

Hush, fuckers.

That brings me to another, somewhat related, topic on keeping your fucking opinion to yourself.  How annoying it is to have celebrities be all "preachy" at awards ceremonies?  The same celebrities who go around fucking anything that walks, cheating on spouses, living a douchy lifestyle that leaves a WAY bigger carbon footprint (private jet, son) than I, and THEY are going to lecture ME on the environment?  Makes me want to fucking fill a landfill with disposable diapers and toss cigarettes into rain gutters.  Makes me want to curse in a British accent.  Makes me want to...... I guess that's a blog for another day.

AND to close.  The daily odd compliment.

Don't know when I'll be back!  PEACE!  xoxoxox