When you write on the internet, you invite people to throw in their two cents, whether you want them or not. Unless you choose not to allow comments to be posted, and that’s your right. The afore mentioned shouldn’t be rocket science and yet, why would you think that, if you respond to something someone has written, that there may be criticism in what you have written?
Apparently, I missed the lesson that the interwebz is a two way street. Or perhaps I ignored it.
I had made a comment on a blog to a woman who is trying to conceive and had, sadly, miscarried. I have no idea how long she’s been trying for, and I certainly can’t relate to what myriad of emotions she must be going through after trying, and then losing, to get pregnant.
I have never tried to get pregnant. I have tried, really, really hard not to, but I’ve never set out to become “with child.” It’s a foreign concept to me, and now at my age, I can say that ship has sailed. Anyway, I don’t know what all one has to do (apart from the horizontal mambo) to conceive. I do have some idea, from my nutritional schooling, that you want to prepare your body to be in the healthiest condition you can make it – mentally, physically and spiritually – so that you’re in the best shape to, er, get your groove on and make babies.
I have an idea that there are things you can control and there are things you can’t.
Anyway, I don’t particularly care what people do to themselves. If a person’s vice is to smoke, or to drink or eat chocolate covered potato chips, whatever, I have my vices that I turn to in moments of weakness/anger/frustration/fear, I’d be a hypocrite in saying don’t do it. But I’m really hoping that I wasn’t standing on a preachy soap box and doing that. My hope was to just… actually, I don’t know what my hope was. I do know that I felt horrible for a total stranger who wanted nothing more than to have kids with her husband.
At the end of the day, no matter how many different ways I apologised and said I wasn’t judging or that I was just the peanut gallery, it was her friend who took the most offense to the post, and then the writer took offense after the fact.
I don’t know why it bothers me, but it does. It is a valuable lesson though, in that just because the invitation to comment is out there, be aware that someone can critique my comments too.
Now having said all of that, I’m going to full on rant for a moment.
If you want to lose weight, and you’re working out and “doing all the right things”, don’t be surprised that you’ve put on as much weigh as I have lost because you binge eat, and when you binge eat, you eat food that is utter crap for you. Just because you’re having a “healthy breakfast” doesn’t mean that the portion size, which could feed a small village, is healthy for you.
Vices, whatever they are, aren’t usually healthy. If they were, chances are they wouldn’t be called vices.
I personally don’t want to end up blind, with kidney failure, missing a leg and die of a stroke, so no matter how much I love my fat free coconut flavoured yogurt, I’m going to have to consider giving that up because, at 13 grams of carbs per 100 grams, it’s now more of a vice than something healthy for me.
We’ve all got our own shit to deal with, whether it’s diabetes, bad diet, unable to conceive, unable to pay rent, troubles with the in-laws, crappy job, whatever, but you get out of life what you put into it. Same with the body. Garbage in? Garbage out.
My comments, from now on, may be a lot less unless I actively follow a blog to begin with. Why? ‘Cos I’m a tool and don’t want to feel crappy too. And I feel crappy now.