Toxic People Suck!

Unfortunately I happen to be stuck with one of my very own. It's like the toxic person is put on the planet to make someone's life miserable and this one is all mine. It doesn't help with that thing called self esteem. Too bad there isn't a patch. That would be handy. Just slap it on and all the toxic fumes slide off you like there's a protective bubble that comes along with the patch.

A spray would be handy too. Along with the mace you could carry it in your purse. I could just spray when a toxic person is in the vicinity. Since that doesn't seem likely to happen I'll have to go the ignore route. That is a lot easier said than done. I did that today and avoided a comment that would obviously have that toxicity attached to it. So instead of staying there to hear it I walked away.

It's like people don't realize that words can do some major damage. No visible marks are left but that doesn't mean they aren't there under the surface. So I'm trying to remind myself of that whenever a nasty comment is sent my way. It's like this McTroll is trying to sabotage me. Let's make some comment about weight and see if she cracks because I want to make her cry.

So what if I get two donuts at the grocery store. It's not like I'm getting a case that I scarf down the second I get home. It's two lousy donuts. It's better than before when I'd get a box which has eight or the little donuts that come in a bag. Not that I'd eat those in one siting. Who is McTroll to judge? I don't see McTroll going to a gym or doing anything that resembles a workout.

I walk and I've also been doing this workout from On Demand and this would be week eight of that. I've always been a walker so it's not like I sit on my ass 24/7 or something. I even tried the more advanced workout or whatever which I think I'll do every other day for the time being. So I really don't need toxic fumes sent my way.

I have a theory about the whole weight thing. Just like people come in different shades they also come in different sizes. We can't all be size 0 or 4 or 8. I've long since broken myself of the habit of stepping onto the scale. There's just no reason to step on an inanimate object that has the power to bum me out or give me a happy if I discover I lost a pound or whatever. That's just crazy if you ask me. It's just good to not gain weight so maintaining isn't a horrible thing but you get bummed if you don't lose or if you gain.

It's not like you can look at a person and know if they stuff their face all day long or not. A bigger person might not eat all that much while a small person gets their chow on big time. All a person can do is try to become comfortable in their own skin. So I'm trying to ignore the negative. I try a little chanting when some remark is made. A remote that could be used to mute a person would be handy. Someone should really invent one if it's even possible which I kinda doubt. I guess things like that are just in the movies.