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[bzarcher]

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

Okay, so first my Dad tried to get me to come to choir practice with them before I even got in the door this evening, and then my mom comes in here and wants to know if I want to come with them to their diet center tomorrow for weighing and talking to the doctor with them so I'll decide to do the diet.

Keep in mind I had already agreed that yes, next year, I will try to do the diet.

I'm so fucking tired of hearing about this diet every time I see them.

YES. I AM FUCKING FAT. I AM FUCKING OVERWEIGHT. OBESE. LARGE. GOD DAMNED FATTTY FATTY McFUCKING FAT. YOU ARE NO LONGER SO. QUIT FUCKING HARPING ON IT. I ALREADY FUCKING AGREED THAT IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR ME TO DO THIS, AND I'D RATHER NOT GET DEPRESSED MY SECOND FUCKING DAY HOME BY FINDING OUT JUST HOW OVERWEIGHT I AM, AND ALL THE MEDICAL DOOM PREDICTED.

Especially when we consider that YOU were the ones who said that I'd probably not be able to do the diet while at school, just because my life's so crazy and I'd not have a proper home or kitchen to prepare a lot of the diet stuff. If you've already conceded I can't do it right now, why keep hammering it into me, especially when you KNOW that I am trying to do some dieting of my own.

And then she comes in to ask me if I'll take Alison to a dentist's appointment. Not so bad. I can do this. I don't mind doing it.
But then she turns around and asks me if I have arthritis in my knees yet, because "your weight might be affecting that."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

They can be really amazing sometimes, but sometimes...sometimes....ARGH.

Comments

[demeterschild.livejournal.com]

I think it sucks they don't want you to enjoy food. My mom's like that sometimes. Tells me food is there simply to sustain our physical selves instead of being a mind/body/soul experience.

It would be better to find something you can stick to than be forced into something as miserable as this diet thing. The friut water's nice, though.

Blow them off.
And make much of the delicious goodies you can indulge in over the holidays. Like cookies and fudge and gravy....

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*sighs* It's not that they don't want us to enjoy food. It's that they want me to be healthy when I get older, which I understand, it's just they're going about things in the most offensive ways possible, or it feels like it.

I've not been home since the day after thanksgiving, or so. I've driven for 3 and half hours. I've spent a half hour unloading the car and setting my computer and the rest up.

Yet they can't imagine why I'm upset that the first thing out of her mouth when she gets back from choir practice is that stuff.

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[demeterschild.livejournal.com]

Parents are silly some times.

Glad we had the talk last night and I could cheer you up.

[jwhorfin.livejournal.com]

Being also in the Brotherhood of Fat, I say that being so means you're fighting terrorism.

How? How do I say such things? Easily. Fat people don't get cold as easily. That means we don't need to use as much fossil fuel to keep ourselves warm, which means we aren't helping states that sponsor terrorism (like Saudi Arabia) pay for terrorist acts against innocent people.

Being fat is patriotic. If you don't eat that Slyman's corned beef sandwich, the terrorists win.

Damn right.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

God, man. I needed that. Thank you.

My own thoughts on fat.

[doomflower.livejournal.com]

I used to have a friend/roomie in my teen and college years who became obese over the years. She had a large frame, and a natural predisposition to carry extra pounds. What didn't help was her tiny, rail-thin mother, nagging her CONSTANTLY about her weight. And what was really sad was in the instances I was alone with her mother (i.e., waiting for my friend to come home from school, etc.), her mother would complain about her weight to *me*! I came to understand my friend's bitterness about the situation, and felt bad that there was really nothing I could do about it. Every 'helpful' comment from her mother would pile up to bitter resentment, and then resulted in eating binges.

The most I can tell you, Matt, is nothing that you don't already know. They mean well, but they go about showing their concern in all the wrong ways.

Personally, I love you just the way you are. If you decide never to lose any weight, gain more, lose it all...that's your decision, and I'm for whatever makes you happy in the long run.

[remliel.livejournal.com]

I'm in the same boat, man. My landlady/friend of my Grandma's nags on me constantly about the same things. I've mostly gotten away with ignoring her (because nagging doesn't make you want to do things), but I know how you feel. Be strong, man. Don't let them get you down.

[gigerlicious.livejournal.com]

Being the resident biologist I wanted to lend my support. It seems you have your head pointed in exactly the right direction, but are waiting for something to take that first step. I too, know the awesome challenges of college life, from the school to the life that comes with it. But I must admit that putting my health at the forefront of my concerns was more than just helpful in and of itself. It also made me a better student, a better family member, a better scientist, ahem, a better lover.

I feel your pain, but today is never too soon to be healthy.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Believe me, I agree, which is why I'm trying to diet even now, and excercise, and according to friends in Pittsburgh it seems to be working fairly well, as I was told that I seem to be looking much better than I was.

But I think you'll agree that switching to an 800 calorie per day, liquids only diet which requires me to make a 3 hour drive every week to get weighed and consult with a doctor, while trying to finish my senior year, doesn't sound all that good of an idea.