That’s what my mother told me, in response to my efforts to lose weight. While the BMI has me in the acceptable range, I’m just not comfortable weighing 160lbs, particularly since the majority of the extra weight I’ve put on over the past few months is around my waist. So I try exercise. I try controlling what I eat and finding ways to deal with food cravings in the midst of stress.
This morning, I lamented the fact that I’m still hovering at 160lbs on the scale and my mother told me, “Your problem is that you’re fixated on food and losing weight. You keep eating things you think will be good for you. If you really want to lose weight, you need to just stop eating.”
She then asked me what I’d had for breakfast and I told her I had three homemade bran and whole wheat vegan pancakes, two meatless “sausage” patties and a glass of V8. She gloated that, indeed, this was my problem, since before I started trying to lose weight I didn’t eat breakfast. Now, I’m eating breakfast, lunch and dinner, plus two small snacks throughout the day!
My mother was an anorexic when I was a small child and then had bouts with bulimia later. She’s never once allowed any of her children to be in the same room with her when she’s weighed herself. Once, when I was fourteen and at the height of gawkiness from my growth spurt, she screamed at me in the middle of a restaurant for starving myself (I wasn’t) and told me that if I vomited up what I’d ordered she’d force me to eat it. So, now I’m really disgusted that she’s trying to encourage me to have a fucking eating disorder. Yes, perhaps if I stopped eating I would lose weight. I might also lose my hair and my teeth.
Obviously, I just shouldn’t have said anything to her at all. Trying to change my food lifestyle once again is hard, and progress might be slow, but I know if I can keep with it I’ll keep the weight off better than I would with a temporary diet. So, fuck me for being whiny and impatient, but fuck her for doing her damnedest to bring another anorexic into the family.