"It's a troll."
"If that hate me so much, why are they spending their precious time commenting?"
"Dude, it's an anonymous comment. Who cares?"
I do. Oh sweet Jesus, how I care.
So, you win, mean commenter who said I have more chins than Chinatown. You win! Because I stopped dead in my tracks, raced to delete the comment and then stared at the wall hating myself for 15 minutes.
I'm not kidding. I really did.
It's always the "fat" comment that hits hardest. "Crazy, stupid bitch" doesn't really bother me. I know I'm not stupid. But as I schedule my workouts, avoid the kitchen and rip myself apart in the mirror from every angle...well, the fat comment puts a knot in my stomach (heh) for about an hour.
So as I'm sitting here, freaking out that someone took the time to anonymously tell me, "whatever you're paying your trainer, it's too much..." I figured, fuck it.
I'm just going to own my Achilles heel.
The fat comment really, really hurt my feelings.
There. I said it. Now we all know.
None the less, I will continue to blog, to make videos and to eat...
*UPDATE* There's a commenter on SFGate who doesn't understand why I get to be mean but post (the above, I guess) that my feeling get hurt when someone's mean to me. Well, first of all, duh. Second of all, I put my name, my face and my contact information on everything I post. Quite frankly, it's a lot easier to spew mean shit without providing that information...