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I was standing at my local Donut King outlet about to order a hot cinnamon donut to go with my skim cap when I was approached.
“Don’t do it love,” the older lady said to me. “I’ve seen your ad. You’re doing so well!” With that, she patted me on the shoulder and continued on her way. I wish I could say this was a lone incident.
The last thing I ever expected to happen after being featured in a weight-loss ad was to have my eating habits constantly scrutinised by strangers at my local shopping centre but it happens pretty much every day.
I’m not a celebrity. Most people have no idea who I am. It’s only in my local area that people recognise me eventually and can’t help but say something.
I was buying some thinly sliced mild salami at my local deli just yesterday and the man who served me said, “This isn’t for you, is it?” I lied and said it wasn’t. Hell yeah it’s for me! It’s not like I was buying a chocolate bar or a toffee apple or a donut! And I’m Italian. I was weaned on salami in crusty bread. My blood-type demands it!