We went to dinner last night with
DH's friend (Frank) and his fiance (Tracey). I've known him for years, but last night was the first time I'd met her.
I knew from
DH's friend that she works out all of the time. She teaches several classes and is very fit. I also knew that she was "heavy" before. She is in her late 30s and I know that starting a family it not something they they are going to put off for too long after the wedding. Then last week, Fred told me that Frank was asking him about adoption. I was surprised at that, because they aren't ttc. Fred then explained that Tracey has real hang-ups about getting fat again and is afraid of what pregnancy will do to her body.
Last night, Fred was telling them that starting on Monday he is starting a diet. We have a friend that has lost 30 lbs in 3 months by cutting out dairy and wheat. Fred is going to "try" this. Tracey went on a 20 min rant on how to loose weight. How to be a "fighter", how to give up temptation, etc. I then asked her how much weight she lost. She wouldn't give me a number, but said "I was big, a size 14. I NEVER want to look like that again."
Ooooook. I'm smaller then a 14, but not much smaller. Granted, she is about 5 ft tall, so that size on her probably looked like more. The way she talked though, I was expecting her to be a candidate for gastric by-pass. The rest of the dinner she was talking about carb exchanges and calories. I was good about dinner last night, but she made me not want to eat. She was giving Fred pointers on every single thing is stuck in his mouth. I wanted to slap her.
I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't dare. Would you have said anything to her?