So, today my also-fat-father decides it’s time for his monthly chat about my weight. He asks, “So, do you think you could be doing something to lose a large chunk of weight?”. While the truth is I could. And the fact is I really should. The honest answer is I’m not. I am still thinking about gastric bypass surgery and when I go to transplant clinic next week, I intend to get the referral so I can at least get the evaluation appointment done. Other than that, I’ve got all these other big huge things coming down on me that I’m not handling well and I’m just not prepared to deal with weight issues right now.
I just hate that this question is posed to me on a regular basis by someone that doesn’t handle his own medical issues, a man that needs to lose some weight of his own and keeps eating foods with sugar in them despite being diabetic and instructed not to. Anyway, this conversation ends up going nowhere, as usual. I end up brushing him off and point out his hypocrisy in only the mildest of manners. He leaves to go call on customers and I go on with my day.
An hour later my father calls from the road.
Father: You want some pasta? Fettucine with mushroom. It’s really good!
Me: No thanks. I already ate. If you have leftovers from lunch I’ll eat them tomorrow, maybe.
Father: No…it’s not leftovers. I already bought it…for you.
Me: You bought me pasta? Because you think I need to lose a bunch of weight?
:::shakes head:::
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You win some…you lose some…I guess?
Sorry, I wish I had something more insightful to say…it’s been a long day ;o)
Penelope – I’m crabby. I usually don’t complain this much about people who arbitrarily bring me food.
I giggled when I read this because I’ve been there a million times. Having an Italian grandmother who in one breath tells you that you could get more boys if you had a cuter body, then shoves baked ziti in your face? Yeah.
see? i’d like to put parents talking nutritian in the same weird category with parents talking sex… except that your dad might have offered you the equivalent of a blow job… eeewww
Hilly – My Swedish grandmother wasn’t not quite the same way. She would call me fat and tell me not to eat anything at Christmas dinner. Oh how I loved her.
Margaret – Your parents tell you to eat more…umm…chicken?
Dude, if one more person tells me I’m fat, in that tone of voice that suggests it will be a HUGE SURPRISE to me, I shall stab said person in the head, probably with a spoon.
want me to kick his ass for you?
Damn him! Why didn’t he offer you a BLT?
Oh the logic of parents makes one wonder how we all manage to put on pants everyday.
A whole round of that’s-what-she said comment responses:
Tracy – Aim for the eye.
Hello – Kick that ass and kick it hard.
Winter – It’s just never the same without the bacon.
Franki – Who needs pants when you have mushroom sauce.
you got it, darlin. send me his address.
This is an interesting post to me (I’m Jeff from MyKidney.com).
I just had my transplant last month, but 6 years ago, had gastric bypass. It was the best thing I ever did (without it, the transplant wouldn’t have happened, even though the transplant was also the best thing I ever did). If you have questions, feel free to email me.
Jeff – My doctor at Stanford have been encouraging me to get get GBS, but sort of under the premise of them wanting to conduct a study on post-transplant GBS. I always feel that when they talk to me about it their motives are more self-serving and not necessarily in my best interest. I know they have a severe lack of potential study candidates because there aren’t too many patients my size that qualify for transplant in the first place. I think I’m going to get it done, but I finding reasons like cost and recovery time to keep me from seriously considering it. I have much trepidation about it…I will probably be emailing you soon to ask you some questions. Thanks for coming to my blog.
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