Diet killers...

Hands up ladies on a diet...

Hands up ladies on a diet who have friends working hard behind the scenes and right up there in your face to sabotage the diet...

If all you have are "supportive" friends who ooh and aah at every nano inch you lose; and pass the cardboard cookies just as you are about to reach for that decadent slice of red velvet cake, then sorry love, you are not on a diet.

You are not on a diet until you have had that truly concerned friend who keeps pushing you to take one extra shaki, eat an extra slice of cake, have an extra scoop of ice cream...

She urges you on to eat and drink and be merry after all, "no one knows tomorrow".

She is the first to hold your hand when you climb on the scales and to your shocked dismay, the scale "broke up" and is now maliciously adding on the kilos.

She will comfort you and assure you that all these diets do not work anyway, better be fat and happy than skinny and miserable.

"But I want to be skinny. I will determine my mood when I get skinny but for now, can't I just squeeze into a wardrobe full of size 16s if I want?"

"But you know you don't have willpower na," she reminds you. That other time you were trying to lose weight on GNLD, you failed.

Tianshi was a woe.

FLP was just plain awful.

Edmack? Pshawwww...

And so you believe her and tell people, "I am happy the way I am. I am fun sized and gorgeous, not every one has to be skinny, the key is to be healthy."

You see, you have never really dieted, until you are Dying Inside Eating Trash, with the equally "big boned" accomplice urging you on to eat more.

So one day, you walk into your burial ground of dreams - different shades and boxes of "wonder diets" that left your bank account wondering who brainwashed you; clothes you bought because you were "going to be serious about losing weight this one time and would fit into a size zero from size 26 in a split second"; and memories of you and your friend stuffing your faces and clowning for the camera.

Then it dawns on you - you don't really want to lose weight do you?

Your fat is a convenient crutch or else, you know what to do.

So you stand up and hobble slowly over to the mirror. You take off all your clothes and pinch a handful of belly blubber - you don't "pinch" actually, your hands are full and overflowing - and you say to yourself, "never again".

The fad diets...

The binge sessions...

The living in denial...

The not so friendly friends...

Success has so many strange bedfellows, but fat suffers from separation anxiety.

Three months down the line and as many dress sizes down and still shrinking, you are happier and healthier... the clothes fit better.

Your friend bumps into you after a long while of deliberate avoidance (on your part).

"Hah! Seems like you lost a looooooot of weight o".

She "hahs" some more when you tell her exactly how much you have shed in the past ninety days and then just as expected, she goes: "But I trust you, you do not have willpower. You will soon fall off the wagon and start eating everything in sight".

Expected, but it still stings anyway.

She of all people, should have understood. You turn and walk a few steps away from her, then turn back and watch as she waddles away.

Fat is a miserable loner. And when it feels kindred spirits drift away, it suffers from terrible, debilitating, separation anxiety.

You wait a few hours and just before you go to bed, you place a call across to her.

"Hi babe, would you like me to send across the meal and exercise plan I used to shed the weight? I miss our friendship and if you like, we can do this together".

The silence from the other end lingers for just one nano second too long and then if you had blinked, you would have missed the whispered, teary response:

"Yes. Yes please".