I grew up in a house where food was always an issue. Typical 1980s mother constantly joining and rejoining Slimming World, cabbage soup diet, Jane Fonda videos. Father with a very bizarre approach to food (not diagnosed but I’m pretty sure he’s neurodivergent and had related food issues). He has spent most of his life yo-yoing between overweight and then very restricted eating and underweight.
I was overweight as a child. Big reliance in the house on very processed beige food. Big family so always lots of food cooked and it was easy to have massive portions.
I was overweight as a teen and young adult, and obese as an adult.
My weight has always been a hot topic for my parents. My father, in particular, would always be vocal, especially when he was eating in a very restricted manner. I remember him once hitting a yogurt out of my hand because he felt I’d had enough to eat already that day. As a result, I would sneak chocolate into my bedroom and eat in secret.
Without exaggeration, I can say that there was a reference to my weight every single day of my life while I lived at home. Even once I moved out, I’d constantly be asked on phone calls what I’d eaten or if I’d lost any weight.
Every single occasion in my life was focused on my weight. I purposely didn’t invite my mother to look at wedding dresses with me because I knew what would happen.
Anyway, such is life. I’ve now lost the weight and am fit and healthy. I eat very well and have a very balanced and sensible diet, and have been able to maintain a healthy weight for the last few years, and have improved my overall relationship with food, so I’m happy with that.
I’m currently visiting them. All they’ve spoken about all week long is my weight, and what I’m eating. Apparently I’m “too thin” (no, I’m not in any way “thin”), I don’t eat enough (I’ve had breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day), I’ve “gone too far” with my diet (nope, perfectly standard BMI and clothes size- if anything, I’m at the higher end of the normal BMI scale, but it works well with my build).
I’m now constantly being offered food. I decline and I’m tutted at, and being told that I haven’t eaten a bite. Tonight I was eating my dinner and being offered sandwiches, steaks, soup. Even at my heaviest, I’d never have eaten the quantities of food they’re currently pushing on me. I had a biscuit earlier and was told I should have three more because I always liked biscuits.
Yesterday, we went on a day out with my bother and his family and my mother spent a long time telling him that I’m too thin and clearly have an eating disorder. He knows what they’re like and didn’t engage, but she kept going. He eventually pointed out that it’s amazing I didn’t develop an eating disorder because they’ve been so awful about my weight my entire life.
I repeatedly ask them to stop talking about my weight and body, but they don’t. They are quite elderly and have health issues now so I do tend to back down a bit more than I would like. I have pulled away from them an awful lot over the years (well before I lost weight) because I was always just so tired of my body constantly being their number one topic. At this stage, I just tune as much of it out as I can and grey rock them.
I’m just tired and bored of the same conversation my entire life. I’m also annoyed that, being harangued my entire life for being overweight, I’m now being criticized for NOT being overweight.
Just posting for a rant really.