I can relate to everything here, too (except being taken to WW to lose 7 lbs.--oh, my!), although more with my dad than with my mom. However, it was my mom that put the food on the plate--I remember huge steaks every Saturday. And she hardly ever waivered from 120 lbs at 5' 6". I think feeding us was her way of loving us, unfortunately. And then my dad's unkind remarks were his way of getting us to do something about our weight.
But as a mom myself who has had a weight problem forever, it's hard watching my 19 year old daughter gain weight. Her clothes are incredibly tight--she's always been athletic and a perfect weight for her height. I don't want her to go through the stuff I went through, and start that cycle of gaining and losing. But it's hard watching it happen and biting my tongue.
I know in my heart that she's the one who has to do something on her own and I just have to love her, but I don't want her to go through the unhappiness that I've gone through as an overweight person. I guess I need to just tell myself that she has to live her own life and I'll be there to support her.
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