Sadly Can’t Run From The Comments
(I’ve always had a weight problem. I have a history of diabetes type 1 and 2 in the family and I often flirt between normal and pre-diabetic. As a result, I try to keep my weight down, but it isn’t easy, particularly belly weight which is the worst for diabetics. I take up running, and at first, I lose a lot of weight. Then, I rebound and my weight is higher than ever. I’m still running and mixing in different exercises to try to regain control. I often run through a local park. The neighborhood is rather diverse, but there is a large population of people of a particular nationality that wear traditional garb. The men congregate at the benches, and one day they flag me down.)
Man #1: “We noticed that you are out here a lot.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m trying to lose some weight.”
Man #1: “You are overweight.”
Me: *laughs nervously*
(I jog away, chalking it up to cultural differences. But yeah, that’s why I’m out here! I’m out there again on a different day, and I run into a different guy at the same park. He is on a bike and he stops me.)
Man #2: “You are always out here!”
Me: “Yeah.”
Man #2: “How far?”
Me: “Oh, three or four miles today.”
Man #2: *nods like that’s good* “How old are you?”
(Odd question, but okay.)
Me: “Thirty-three.”
Man #2: “You have babies?”
Me: “Nope, just a cat.”
Man #2: “No husband?”
Me: *starting to wonder* “No?”
Man #2: *nods again and pedals away*
(I think this is weird, and now I’m wondering if I’m being set up. This last encounter happens at the same park but on a different day with a different guy.)
Man #3: “You losing weight?”
Me: “A little bit, but not as much as I’d like to.”
Man #3: “You need to lose more.”
(Maybe I should stop running through the park.)