You need to lose weight.
Worrying about you will put me in an early grave.
Did you like the cake I made?
I didn’t have any.
I’ll give you some.
That’s half the cake.
Take it home.
You just told me my weight was killing you.
You never listen to me anyway.
ha. yes, dont preach to me if you are going to enable my bad habits...smiles...you cant have you cake and lose weight too...ha...ReplyDelete
Sounds like family. Gah. A lot of truth in this one.ReplyDelete
Do you know my family?
This was right on the money!
I think there is a diet chocolate cake out there somewhere.
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Thanks for playing, thanks for the smile, Thanks for your loyal support, thanks for your sharp wit, Thank you for being so Classy.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Oh and on and on and on it goes ~~~ I can relate!ReplyDelete
Oh, sure. Make it harder to lose weight just so there will be something to complain about later. Sounds like my mother.ReplyDelete
When good advice meets a generous nature...ReplyDelete
Love is not common sense :)ReplyDelete
I have to go off on my tangent because I became bulimic at the age of 12 and hated my body, constantly insulting myself and calling myself things like "disgusting fat pig" for many, many years. At 45, I found out about size acceptance and Health at Every Size, and it totally changed my perspective. I may never be able to love my body, but at least I no longer use such hateful words towards myself.ReplyDelete
My mother, however, is constantly hinting that I should lose weight. Last time I was over there, she left a pamphlet in front of my place setting about the newest diet du jour. I put the pamphlet off to the side and said nothing.
It actually wasn't the dig about my weight that made me go off the rails. My mother sat there lecturing me about my debt (which I am trying my damndest to dig my way out of) for close to an hour. When I left there, I felt like the scum of the earth. I ate half of the cake that she sent home with me in one sitting. It's been quite a long time since I've binge eaten like that. I didn't berate myself for doing it, but I felt sad that I had been driven to that point.
In high school I dropped to 90 lbs at 5'4 didn't look good on me I am going to tell you the truth, I had been overweight and I went for weight-loss the healthy way no dieting just good food and exercise but I wasn't weighing or really looking in the mirror just doing my healthy thing. Well anyways my aunt kept calling me chubby and buying me xxl clothes (she isn't thin) and my mom thought I had an eating disorder because I was so skinny, I have found no matter what I weigh someone is curiously unhappy about it. I can be perfectly healthy but there is still someone telling me I am fat and someone else saying I am too thin, oddly just right is very rare lolReplyDelete
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