{"id":230,"date":"2009-01-14T16:03:26","date_gmt":"2009-01-14T20:03:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fatnutritionist.com\/?p=230"},"modified":"2009-06-06T16:04:54","modified_gmt":"2009-06-06T20:04:54","slug":"dear-dieting-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fatnutritionist.com\/index.php\/dear-dieting-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear dieting friends,"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was reading <a href=\"http:\/\/www.therotund.com\/?p=537\">The Rotund&#8217;s post<\/a> about grey areas and lines in the sand, and I could feel the wheels in my brain slowly clunking into action. (They&#8217;ve been very relaxed brain-wheels for the last while.) I started thinking about how I feel about having friends who go on diets or whatnot. And I realized something &#8212; that I really don&#8217;t care very much.<\/p>\n<p>Now, if my friends were the type who evangelized about diets, and overwhelmed every conversation we had with diet talk, or barged into fat-acceptance-land and started being all diety, and if I found it obnoxious and\/or triggering of my own neuroses around food and weight, I think I&#8217;d start to care very much. But it seems my immediate reaction is curiosity &#8212; one of my friends said she was on Weight Watchers, and I felt compelled to ask, &#8220;Do you like it?&#8221; to which she responded, hilariously, &#8220;Well, no. I like to <em>eat food<\/em>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Similarly, if my friends went around bashing fat people and saying things that were patently offensive about fat people, or even just bodies and appearance in general, then I&#8217;d feel morally obligated to talk to them about that, and it might not always be while using my Inside Voice. I would expect the same from them, if I were to say something boneheaded about race or religion (which I have certainly done, and to which they have responded passionately, much to their credit.) <\/p>\n<p>But I suppose I am lucky, because my friends don&#8217;t do those things. If they ever have, it was long ago, before they were aware of the existence of fat acceptance and my own involvement in it. And since I made them aware of my feelings about being fat and about how fat people are treated, they seem to have thought it over and decided, yeah, you know what? It&#8217;s not cool make nasty judgments about people based on the way they look.<\/p>\n<p>Like I said, I am lucky to have awesome friends.<\/p>\n<p>So, in those few instances where I overhear in passing that one of my friends is trying to lose a few, it really doesn&#8217;t bug me. I know they&#8217;re aware of my viewpoint, and I really don&#8217;t need to belabor the point &#8212; they <em>get it<\/em>, at least conceptually. I don&#8217;t expect them to line up politically with me, or to make the same personal choices I&#8217;ve made, or have a perfectly complementary worldview. I value having friends and loved ones with different opinions, as long as we can treat each other with respect.<\/p>\n<p>(Now, other people in fat acceptance may <em>not<\/em> be comfortable having friends who diet, because it touches an area that remains painfully sensitive to them, and they may need to distance themselves from those friends &#8212; and that&#8217;s fine. That&#8217;s them. We do get to choose our friends, and people have varying levels of comfort for disagreement.)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, the thing I&#8217;ve noticed, once or twice, is that when a friend of mine <em>does<\/em> choose to purposely try to lose weight, I detect a &#8212; shall we say particle? &#8212; of defensiveness. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;d like to address.<\/p>\n<p>Look, my very good friends who I&#8217;ve loved since childhood &#8212; you don&#8217;t have to justify your personal actions to me. You already know what <em>I<\/em> think about dieting, but this isn&#8217;t about <em>me<\/em>. Your choices are yours, and as long as they&#8217;re not harming other people, or impacting my sanity, or doing overt damage to your own well-being &#8212; (and there&#8217;s a fine line there, because you can be damned sure I&#8217;m sensitive to signs of eating-disordered behaviour if I know someone is unhappy with their body. I once had a boyfriend who claimed that it was <em>perfectly normal<\/em> to chew up tasty food and then spit it out while dieting! I had to tell him straight out, that? <em>Is disordered eating.<\/em> And he was massively offended, because eating disorders are for <em>girls<\/em>, but I wasn&#8217;t about to keep quiet on that shit) &#8212; then your choices are your own, they remain your own, and I&#8217;m not going to badger you about them. <\/p>\n<p>Your shit is <em>your shit<\/em> to figure out, and sometimes the only way out is through. In fact, the way I came to the place of relative peace I now inhabit with my body was by experiencing dieting in all its fucked-upness. I am not about to take that learning opportunity away from you, if you feel you need it. And if, in the end, you decide dieting is really not a tool of the devil, and you have no particular problem with it? Then whatever. I still won&#8217;t have a particular problem with you, either, unless you <em>make it<\/em> my problem.<\/p>\n<p>No, I don&#8217;t agree with it, but we don&#8217;t have to agree. We just have to love each other, and thankfully we really, really do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was reading The Rotund&#8217;s post about grey areas and lines in the sand, and I could feel the wheels in my brain slowly clunking into action. (They&#8217;ve been very relaxed brain-wheels for the last while.) I started thinking about how I feel about having friends who go on diets or whatnot. 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