Omg my mother also poked my tummy when trying to say something (unrelated) light hearted. All the way until last year 🙄
I have thought about the reasons I am overweight and stems from my father growing up in poverty, so all meals must be piled up, eaten and not wasted (as he didn't know when his next meal would be). Dad was also always a feeder and his love and comfort was shown through providing food and snacks and if you're eating then you're happy.
Mum has a very uneducated view of food. For example, she says ice cream is good for you because it has calcium in it. She doesn't like or eat vegetables, so we didn't grow up eating them either.
When I have spoken to my parents about this, in my adult years, they defend themselves and say if it was their fault, I should have dropped all my weight since I moved out of home at 22, but because I haven't, it was clearly me and not them. They don't understand what actually happened.
When I look back, I didn't really have a chance.
I am genuinely so excited for this new part of my life. I'm also anxious about the comments I will undoubtedly get, especially from my mother if I end up a healthy weight.