Walking on eggshells...

I'm been thinking lately about how people talk about weight, weight loss, obesity, weight loss efforts, etc. We had a minor controversy not too long ago with a group of friends about attitudes and conversations regarding obesity and weight loss efforts.

I know that I'm particularly sensitive. I have a difficult time discussing my weight loss efforts openly, particularly with someone who has not himself/herself struggled with their weight.

I think we are all a bit like eggs. Yes, eggs.

Eggs are brilliantly designed to protect what is inside. They can withstand a good amount of pressure... unless that pressure is delivered in one of those sensitive spots. I think we are like eggs because each of us has a sensitive spot. It might be religion, family, work, friends, politics, looks, teeth, hair, voice, height. For me, it is weight. When a comment is delivered that might cause some added pressure, usually my shell holds up okay. Comments to my sensitive spot, about weight, they can make those little cracks. They can expose the delicate stuff inside.

So, what does one do? In my case, I usually try not to talk about it. If you avoid the conversations, you avoid those comments, right? That doesn't seem like a perfect solution though. If everyone has different sensitivities, and we all dance around those, life becomes pretty dull, huh?

And yet, I don't feel ready to reveal my frustrations with my struggle to folks who don't seem to understand. Hmm... what's the long-term solution? Because it isn't just me and my weight. It stifles conversations about religion, about politics, about education, about choices to buy a $3 cup of coffee while others live on less than $1 per day (yup, I'm guilty of the $3 coffee indulgence,) about stuff that really matters.

Well, I'm posing the question. Don't expect me to have the answers... especially not the same day.

In the meantime, I will happily use this journal to expose the little cracks in my shell.

And now I feel compelled to do the egg in vinegar experiment and then see if I can get it to recalcify. Hmm... I think I have eggs in the fridge.