Later in the session she was talking about chronic pain causing weight gain, "often 50 lbs or more," and how outgrowing all your clothes contributes to depression and not wanting to go out or see friends. People started nodding, and this one girl turned bright red and admitted she'd gotten too fat for the jeans she was wearing and was holding them closed with a rubber band! I admitted that I've gained close to 100 lbs myself, and the group facilitator shook her head at me. "That's a lot...and you're carrying most of it around your middle." I said something along the lines of "yeah, I should probably lose a little weight" and she said "There's no probably about it, and you need to lose much more than a little." She changed the topic, but after group she pulled me aside and apologized if she was too harsh or if she embarrassed me. "But you really do need to do something about your weight," she said. "Talk to your primary care doctor about it. This [she gave my belly a little pat] needs to go."
God, if every week is like this I'm going to explode. It's like I walked into a fanfiction, except I highly doubt she's secretly into any of it. No, that's just me, trying not to squirm in my seat through the whole thing. Aaaaaaah.