Christmastime Is Here…
December 24th, 2009
And I’m going to be spending it with the fam. Feel free to use this as an open thread if there’s anything we should all know about or if you need to vent because your family makes you feel guilty about how much you weigh. (Oh, is that just me? Nevermind.) (Now I feel bad because my family totally didn’t do that and was awesome. I TAKE IT BACK, FAM!) In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy whatever holiday or holidays you care to celebrate this week! Happy holidays, everyone!
Posted by mo pie
my mama struggled with the weight issue (she’s a 5′ tall size 16) all her adult life. and while *my* weight is more than that (goddamned medications!!) she tells me how beautiful i am, and how much she loves me.
my son (who will be here on sunday) tells me that i’m “squishy” and a good snuggle to lie on while we watch movies.
my husband thinks i’m sexy. and when he looks at me like he does? i believe him.
happy holidays to you, too!
Merry Christmas to you!
I am glad that I am getting to spend this holiday with just my husband. I do not have to deal with all the commentary about my weight. My husband never, ever, makes me feel bad about myself. I love him dearly for that.
Is this where I can share that I’m really happy that my mother has gained a lot of weight in the last year because it means for once she might not harass me about my weight at Christmas dinner?
I’ll probably still have to listen to commentary about being “bad” though so I’m sure I’ll still have legitimate reason to want to poke someone in the eye with my fork. But not before finishing my delicious turkey leg.
I don’t even bother with my weight during Christmas time. I just try to make better choices with my food. So I don’t end up feeling so guilty the next day.
-Denise
Merry Christmas to all at Big Fat Deal and any readers.
I had a “family free” Christmas this year, and they really are the best Christmases! I surround myself with people who care about me and accept me as I am.
My Mum’s appendix ruptured last week, with no warning (!) she was throwing up on Sunday, better on Monday, then stomach cramps on Tuesday bad enough to warrant going to the urgent care – and they whipped her into surgery and found an already ruptured appendix!
There has been a bit of the “lucky you, you’re going to loose weight this Christmas!” comments. Yeah, lucky you for having crippling pain, emergency intestinal surgery, spending Christmas day in hospital looking forward to weak broth as the first thing to pass your lips in 4 days! Unfortunately my Dad & Sister are naturally thin, and think this is just a joke, or an attempt to lighten the mood/find the silver lining. I find it deeply offensive to my fat self, and a sideways way of saying that on some level illness is punishment for being such a fatty-fat-fat (My Mum’s also overweight).
My whole family is fat and we are very happy. we spent almost all of yesterday laughing and playing games and enjoying each others company. and while we completely give up any form of eating anything good for us, it lasts just a few days around christmas and we are all joyful about it and have no guilt!
Merry Christmas!
I knew it was Christmas when my mother (who has never weighed over 145 and will proudly tell anyone that – especially me)patted my midsection and said in the faux sotto voce that Always Means Something Else “take care of yourself, okay?” Translation: “Lose weight, already!”
Nevermind that it’s two weeks after my miscarriage(and yeah, she knows it), i hated Christmas this year, and am just now getting my mind back to quasi normal. Thanks, mom! Merry Christmas! Nice to know that nothing will deter you from your mission of Having A Thin Daughter via The Ever So Effective Method of Nagging!
Happy Holidays! I hope you had a nice Christmas.
Every visit with the mother-in-law results in not-so-subtle comments about my weight and lack of exercise. She breaks down everything I cook and put on the dinner table before every meal she eats. She reads the labels on packages in my pantry and lectures me on which foods are less desirable for me. She constantly asks me if I’ve had a walk that day or if I like to take the dog for a walk-because you know, I really should get out for the exercise. Her sharp tongue and arrogance have my stomach in knots before each visit as I plan for my witty responses. My point, and yes I have one, is that this holiday was different. It was different because I noticed a change in her this holiday season. She wasn’t so quick to point out my shortcomings-wanna know why? The queen of body image has porked on a few of her own pounds! Not the type to point this out EVER, I smiled secretly to my self and reveled in the fact that for once I was able to eat a meal with her at my table without the jabs at my weight. Ha!