In Confidence

I joined the local fat club. It’s called “Second Chance” really, but “fat club” describes its members much better!
 
The battle of the bulge had begun. I’m not horribly, massively overweight, but I would like to drop a size or two. Dropping one size would make me better, dropping two sizes would (I hope) make me slim again.
 
First time that I attended, I went with a colleague from work. I hated it. Jill, the lady who runs the club, had everyone applaud me for being brave enough to attend. She reads out everyone’s weight loss each week and we all clap everyone else. She tells naff jokes that she’s had emailed to her and preaches about the dangers of obesity, trans fats, stress, chocolate orgies and no exercise. The grand finale of the session is the raffle. We have the opportunity to win an apron, a bunch of tired flowers or some value label bubble bath and not a box of chocolates in sight!
 
Anyway, I didn’t enjoy going in the slightest, but it worked. Knowing that I would be weighed and shamed made me resist that extra dessert and say “no” to cream-rich sauces. I just thanked the stars that no-one I knew went there!
 
Then three weeks ago I bumped into Katie. Katie comes from the strand of my ex’s family that I mostly try to deny exists. Katie knew all about my membership of fat club! Jill, who runs fat club, is also Katie’s daughter’s godmother! Jill had apparently noticed our common surname and asked Katie if she knew me and then they proceeded to tell each other all about my past and present (not that they know much of my present, but that’s not the point).
 
This all hacked me off HUGE time! How DARE someone who aspires to be a professional health care person (‘cos that’s how Jill sells herself) discuss me in any way with anybody, let alone a member of my ex’s family? What happened to the concept of client confidentiality? She has no idea what my background is, what the relationship is like between me and family-of-ex or anything at all – all she knew about me is that I live with my son.
 
The only redeeming factor of Jill’s fat club was the fact that I felt anonymous there. No longer. I haven’t been back since and won’t go back. If I start expanding again, I might find another fat club, but right now I’m dissed out!
 
Disillusioned
Disheartened
Disgusted
Displeased
Disappointed
 
Please feel free to add more dis words. I’m too disgruntled to think of any more!