My Least Favorite Time of Year…
I have to admit that I have come to dread New Year’s Day and the first three months of the new year. I don’t hate this time of year because it’s winter. I don’t hate this time of year because I have to deal with idiot drivers who can’t seem to remember from year-to-year how to drive in snowy and icy conditions. I don’t hate this time of year because there’s less sunshine to help brighten my day.
So why do I hate it? Because it’s the time when diet companies, diet pill producers, and everyone around me starts pushing the irritating-as-hell concept of “skinny = good, fat = bad.” This insidious mindset is EVERYWHERE. TV, radio, billboards, magazines, snail mail, email, online, etc. I can’t seem to escape it, no matter how hard I try.
When I’m watching TV, even on channels that are obviously programmed for a male audience, I keep my remote handy so I can hit the mute button every time a diet advertisement appears. As you can guess, my thumbs get lots of exercise with that task.
Then there’s the radio adverts. I don’t subscribe to a satellite radio system, so I listen to our local stations. The stations that don’t have me inundated with offers of “free” fat-busting pills are the public radio stations. I listen to them until I can’t stomach all of the political shenanigans in the world or until I really need some music to keep me going. I also listen to morning radio shows to keep tabs on the local traffic, and sadly, there are more than enough of the diet pill offers during the morning commute to nauseate me for the rest of the day.
I get my fair share of spam emails trying to help me become skinnier, even if the companies attempt to market this as an attempt to help me get fit. Yeah, I can read between the lines and know exactly what you’re hawking – that all-elusive, rarely-achieved perfect body.
And then I get bombarded with it at work. Weight loss programs and contests, co-workers constantly bitching about good and bad foods, people in the hallway talking about having to exercise to work off that snack they just ate. If I have to hear certain co-workers comment one more time about not being able to eat something because it’s bad, I’m going to use that food item as a weapon and show them how bad food can actually be. It’s so damned insidious everywhere I go, and I was tired of it after the first diet company advert of the year.
April cannot come soon enough. That’s not to say that there won’t still be diet adverts on TV and radio or in magazines and online, but they will be significantly lower in number. The comments from co-workers will be less frequent. In the meantime, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing – ignoring and/or muting when necessary and blocking out the annoying conversations at work, and enjoying time with my family, friends, and furbabies.
- Posted in: Fat Acceptance