Ty- I'm assuming you've seen a nutritionist, dietician, or other doctor concerning this weight gain 'diet'. Cuz stuff like that 'shouldn't be undertaken without consent and observation by a physician". Blah blah, all that crap.
"They were probably more envious then anything else. They probably have a hard time sticking to whatever ideal of a diet they set for themselves. Seeing you eat that cookie makes it that much harder."
"I say break out the oreos, chocolate ice cream, and potato chips for them when they are not looking. They will die"
That reminds me of a story, that I will now re-create here.
In every university dept. building there is at least one vending machine. Food must be supplied to the students. But NOT in the dance building. It's the only one that has no vending machine or food availble at all. Coincidence? We all know better. Subtle hint? Maybe. Just maybe.
Anyway, about this time that this story took place I was busy starving myself or doing whatever else neccessary to lose weight or at least keep from gaining any. (Again, even as an adult, when you're seeped in an enviornment where the adults all have the mentality of children-I might write an explain on why that is later- peer pressure and body image still plague) And I saw a girl eating a slice of pizza. PIZZA, I tell you! With all the grease and cheese and peperoni... OMG! I wanted to kill her! Literally. It took all my self control to keep from kicking her upside her head, or into the wall. I was so mad that she could eat and I couldn't. It was unfair. So, I know how that goes.
Now, for the rest of the story- there was a rumor that a vending machine existed in 'THe Basement'. A place where no dancer was allowed to go. THe basement gets people lost. Horrible things happen there. So, we dancers went without food or we walked to the student union if we needed to. One day I'd just had it. I was hungry and I didn't want to have to walk to another building. I'd decided to find out for myself if the food rumors were true or not. I announced to the dancers around me,
"I'm going into the basement. If the rumors are true, there will be a vending machine down there, with food. I'm going to get some of that food."
The response to that was:
"Good luck. Go ahead and eat the fattening crap."
"IF you find it."
"I can't believe you'd eat out of a vending machine. Oh my god. Eew."
"Go ahead and eat it, you'll just throw it up anyway or something. (There's always gotta be a smart ass in the group, doens't there?)
SO I went. I found the food. I brought it upstairs. It was a bag of chips. Suddenly I heard,
"Oh my god!"
"FOOD!"
"GIMME IT!!!"
"WHere did you FIND that?"
"Can I please have some? I am soooo starving!!!"
It's pathetic, yet funny at the same time. I now bring my food to school, thanks much. Brown bag it, all the way!