Last Monday, I weighed in but didn't stay for the meeting. My weight was up 1/4 pound and the weigher clucked a little under her breath in disapproval. I had a physical therapy appointment but also didn't feel like staying. In my absence, the group decided that each member would be responsible for calling another member once a week.
I had already been feeling like the group wasn't for me but this was the last straw. The member who called me is both impressive and a little intimidating. She kept calling and not leaving a message (I almost never answer my phone if I don't recognize the number) until I finally answered. The conversation was uncomfortable -- I hate telephone chats anyway, but especially about my weight loss failures. I got off as fast as I could. She has called and not left messages a few times since then.
I feel bad because she just called again and I called back and told her I was quitting the group and probably not very kindly. She had called to ask if I drink diet soda. I don't want someone treating. Me like a problem to be solved. I told her I hate talking on the phone and the idea of having to do it stressed me out when I was already too busy. I was pretty short and now I'm regretting the way I talked to her. I had been stressing out over how to leave the group gracefully but I failed big time on that. I wanted to try to call her house when no one would be home and leave a message but couldn't figure out when that would be.
I feel bad because I know I probably hurt her feelings but I was angry. She doesn't know me and I didn't ask for this kind of help. I thought TOPS would be a low-key, low-cost version of Weight Watchers. I guess it just wasn't right for me.
The phone, in my mind, is a business tool. I use it as little as possible. Even with my own friends and family, I avoid the phone. I like email and texting. I think in this case, the generation gap is too big.
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