listen up, fatties!
when i first started to lose weight, i was in the weight-loss course at my local hospital. it was a lot more enjoyable than you might think and the experimental weight-loss drugs were pretty good, too.
after 6 months, i'd lost quite a bit of weight and the dietician asked me if i'd be willing to speak in front of the new group, to give them a bit of encouragement and insight from someone who'd already started the course..due to the fact that i thought i'd be one of many speakers, i agreed.
the day arrived and i very soon discovered that i was to be the only speaker, except from the dietician. i didn't have a fucking clue what i was doing.
and so followed an hour of me vainly attempting to answer questions about body mass index, calorific content and the comparative benefits of many different varieties of exercise. at the end of this hour, there was to be a proper q&a session with both me and the dietician. one particular bloke, who'd paid very little attention throughout(except for occasionally snorting derisively), waved a pudgy arm in the air and said "isn't this all just rubbish? i exercise, i eat the diet food, but i've put weight on. explain that, if you're so good!"
the dietician looked at him and replied "see that king-size mars bar you were eating outside when i got here? don't do that and you might lose weight."
tactless, perhaps, but a damn sight better than pussyfooting around someone who clearly wasn't ready to give the course a decent try.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 2 Apr 2013, 15:21, Reply)