The balls on them to rip on me, when the sole reason I look like this is b/c of extreme dedication to myself, yet NEVER taking away from my efforts at work....and as somebody said earlier, it IS a form of discrimination, and it is okay to be open about it...I wake up at 5:30am so I can go to the gym and work out and be at my desk from 8-who knows when...and then two days a week, I take CFA class from 6pm - 11...and these fat fucks have the balls to laugh and mock me!
Bro, it's jealousy, plain and simple. They mock you because they wish they had your dedication. Everyone talks about wanting to be in better shape, etc., but very few (out in the real world) actually DO something about it.
I worked with a bunch of guys that used to make fun of how much I ate (breaking out meals or a shake every couple hours at work). I had a mini fridge under my desk loaded with food and water all the time.
They made fun of the way I walked. They would mock me by exaggerating my walk by sticking their arms way out, puffing out their chests, swaying their shoulders, and taking long, wide strides.
They would throw up a bicep flex (ala. Lestat style) when they would see me coming. They'd talk like Ahh-nuld when they would imitate my talking (no I don't have an Austrian accent).
Fuck, you name it...I've probably experienced it.
I never got mad. I'd laugh and join in the fun. They asked me if I could walk "normal" once. I said, "show me 'normal' - what do you mean?" One of them walked, and I tried to imitate him. I squeezed my arms down at my side, slouched forward, slumping my shoulders, narrowed my gait (walk), and walked a few feet. They laughed and said to "never mind". They said I looked stupid trying to walk like that.
Funny thing is, they would all ask me questions from time to time about diet, supplements occasionally, training (what little they did). They'd tell me they wanted to lose XX pounds or inches from their waist, then ask how to do it.
Relax bro. You can't control them. You can only control you. Gotta let that stuff just roll off your back. Laugh with them. Make fun of yourself along with them. Wouldn't it be better to get along with the people you spend 8+ hours a day with, 5 days a week?