Hello world! Long time lurker, first time poster. Full disclosure: I'm a former fat, now human. I make no excuses, although I'd like to share my story sometime and give you wonderful shitlords and shitladies the thanks you deserve for helping me pull myself out of the crab bucket. That's for another time though, for now, I need to vent.
I went home this weekend for mother's day. I come from a typical southern family: almost everyone is either in the upper ranges of overweight or full-on obese, and every single celebration involves food. I live a few hundred miles away from the most of them, so if I'm making the drive in it's going to be for a special occasion, and so there's going to be a big meal. It's hard to count calories with home cooking, so usually I just eat whatever I want and by the end of the next week I'm back down any weight I had gained anyway.
This trip was no different. Now, my mom's been making noise about how she doesn't understand how I eat so much and stay so skinny for a while now. Usually I just ignore her. But this weekend was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. On Saturday she described me to a visitor as her "little daughter." I asked her what she meant, as I am the oldest of my generation in the family. She and the visitor (overweight, pot-bellied ham in his 40s) looked at each other, nodded, and he said he knew what she meant, that he had a "little daughter" as well. It was obviously about my weight. Now, I'm a girl. I don't mind being called cute occasionally. Sometimes I even dress with the goal of looking cute in mind. But it irks me to no end that no matter what I wear I will always be the cute, "little daughter," just because I haven't let myself blimp up like a Thanksgiving turkey. But that was just the start.
At the mother's day dinner I was seated at the opposite end of the long table from my mom, and during a lull in my end's conversation I happened to hear her. Once again she was yapping about how she didn't understand how I and [other skinnier female family member] stayed so small, the way we eat. And I snapped. I raised my voice and told her, point blank, that I stayed this size because I keep a 1200-calorie diet most days, run 5K 3 times a week, and do strength exercises the rest of the week. I told her that if she did the same she could look the same too. She just kinda waved me off and conversation resumed. Not two minutes later I tuned in on her end of the table again, and now she was on about how we were so young, our metabolism was good, and it would slow down when we got to her age!
I don't believe it! I mean, I should believe it, hanging around here as long as I have, but still! The excuses, the laziness, the willfull ignorance! I've always had no patience for stupid, and this is no exception. She's just jumping from one excuse to the next. I want to scream! I work hard for the body I have and for her to just chalk it all up to mysterious metabolism is just-just--uurrrrggghhhhh!
So yeah, that's today's rant. And there's a lot more stories where that came from, it's been building up for a while. If this community will have me, I hope to share them all. You guys are a beacon of sanity in a world gone too lazy to even be called mad.