This morning I got my little monkeys off to school and Leo and I went for a brisk 3-mile walk with a friend of mine. The walk started off so nice because there was a lovely breeze blowing and the humidity and heat hadn’t quiet reached lake of fire levels, but by the halfway mark the breeze stopped and the sun put a beat-down on us.
I let poor, panting Leo off the leash and he would dart ahead to the next shade tree and wait for us before darting ahead to the next one. After trying to break into someone’s back yard, I assume to get into their pool, he had to go back on the leash. As soon as we got to our little corner of the neighborhood I let him back off and he ran to the pool like someone had lit him on fire:
What a baby.
Today I wanted to talk about the ol’ “It must be nice.” Do you ever get that from people? You know, the snarky, “It must be nice”?
Yesterday it was an innocent conversation between myself and three other women about shopping at Ross. I said something about it being a great place to find dresses on the cheap, which it is, and one of the other ladies said, “Maybe if you’re small,” to which the other said, “Yeah, must be nice.” With, you know, that look.
For most of the general population, myself most definitely included, staying healthy and reasonably thin doesn’t just happen. Especially after thirty, ya’ll. And it’s not even rocket science; it just takes some pretty basic information and the motivation to follow through. I think living in a state with one of the highest levels of obesity makes people who aren’t overweight sort of an odd duck sometimes, and that’s really sad.
Now that I’ve thought it through, I think it’s sort of odd that someone would feel resentful for someone for having something they work for. And that the person who worked for that something would then have even the teensiest moment of feeling ashamed for having it.
It’s a little bit like a person who chooses not to go to work resenting the 60 hour a week guy for having a little pocket money, no?
What do you think? Do you ever get the “It must be nice” treatment? Are you ever the one who gives it (I promise I won’t yell at you)?