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I met a friend at a housewarming party last night. He's lost three and a half stone (49 pounds) in three months, and he's got one more stone to shed to reach his goal.
I asked him what it felt like to change his eating habits like that, and lifestyle too - I had not seen him all this time because he found it too hard to go out and stick to mineral water. I come from a family where half the people are diabetic and the other half overweight and constantly on a diet, so I congratulated him on his commitment, told him not to give in when friends and family seem to sabotage his efforts because they're afraid of change, and said he's lucky to enjoy tennis and to be able now to play four times a week like he used to before his ankles started hurting under his weight. His eyes lit up as he could relate to all the things I was saying. Then my flatmate whizzed past with a tray of chocolate biscuits, looked at this guy and said "Do you want one - oh wait, you can't - hahaha!" and stuffed one into his own mouth then stormed off. The dieter's face dropped. I did not want to make a fuss last night but I'm having a word with my flatmate when he comes home. Just because it's always been easy for him to control his eating does not allow him to take the mickey, no matter how well-intentioned and harmless he thinks his banter is.