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Holiday Shrapnel
Posted on March 24, 2008
Filed Under Bodies and Family
I don’t know about your family, but mine is awful on holidays.
They’re nice, fun, sweet and loving - but it is difficult not to leave feeling so awful about myself that I want to cry.
My great-grandmother is basically bedridden at this point, so when we visit her home we all go in and visit her in the bedroom. She smiles, she greets us, we talk. My husband leaves the room, and almost immediately she says, “Honey, you need to think about losing weight if you want to keep your husband happy.”
*sigh*
I say, “Gram, he married me when I was fat, I’m still fat. What would make him suddenly dig skinny chicks?” Her response? “All men do. It’s their way.”
What can I say? She’s 92 and mostly deaf. So an argument is uncalled for, and wouldn’t even yield great results. She, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to feel pressing on is a bad thing by continuing, “You’re going to die of heart disease if you don’t shed some weight. And your baby….she is just so fat…you should put her on a diet.”
I tease her a little and ask her which one of my kids should diet. My 3 year old is skinny as a rail, you can count her little ribs (it’s very sad-looking, really) and my 2 year old is the same height and weights one more pound. But her body is solid. She’s pudgy and strong and tough. My kids eat the same meals at the same times - so why is one a willow branch and the other a little tank?
My guess is genetics, but my great-grandmother seems to think she’s sneaking food when I’m not looking. Seriously. She told me I should watch her to make sure she can’t get into the fridge when we’re not looking. She thinks my two year old has a binge eating disorder!
So I smile, say I’ll put her on the treadmill (ha ha) and make a graceful exit to get some air and put the conversation behind me.
But it still hurts. My baby already getting crap for her size. From her own family.
It’s just a little heartbreaking.
photo credit: kregarious
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