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bzarcherARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.
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.
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.
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Date: 2002-12-18 08:15 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2002-12-19 07:09 am (UTC)Glad we had the talk last night and I could cheer you up.