My husband and I are visiting my parents. We drove down yesterday, and I did very well during the five hour drive down and even did ok with dinner (my Mom made spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread).
The dinner choice was a bit odd, since mom is diabetic, and is supposed to be watching carbs. I suppose that she wanted an excuse to eat it herself. I didn't make a fuss.
Well, yesterday, Mom told me her new scale only had a 275 lb capacity (which I knew was a lie, because she had already told me that it had a 400 capacity when she bought it).
I decided that she didn't want me to "break" her scale, so I didn't make a fuss and just bit my tongue. She must have reconsidered, because this morning she made a bit of a show in asking my sister what the scale capacity was, and said "oh good, you can try it, Colleen."
In hindsight, I think it was a set up to see if I weighed what I said I did. Her scale weighed me 8 lbs heavier than at home, but I was wearing heavy jeans, so I wasn't overly concerned.
I noticed in their bathroom that they still had the "old" scale, which had a 330 lb weight limit, so I asked if I could take that to the downstairs bathroom (when we visit, we sleep in their finished basement, which has a 3/4 bath).
I'm glad to have access to the old scale, because it will keep me on track without having to ask Mom to use her new scale (which she keeps in her bedroom). I also get to weigh nude, which is my normal habit.
Mom did offer to give me her old scale, but I asked that she allow me to keep it downstairs, so I had a scale when we visit.
Today didn't go completely as planned. I went into "vacation mode," justifying some poor food choices. Which isn't a terrible thing, as long as I don't make it a habit.
If I don't lose weight this week, I won't be broken-hearted, I just want to make sure not to gain.
The scale really is going to help (at least the old one - I'm not getting on mom's fancy gadget again, at least not with her looking over my shoulder).
Food has always been an issue between my mother and I, and this trip has been no exception. She's pretty controlling on the subject, either telling me that I shouldn't be eating what I am - or pushing food on me "just a little won't hurt." It's ironic that the messages are so mixed, she's almost on an alternating schedule. If she criticizes what I'm eating, ten minutes later she's trying to push brownies, or banana bread or leftover spaghetti on me.
One of the reasons my husband and I tend to go out to eat so much when we visit my parents, is that they tend to eat very traditional (boring) starch-heavy meals. So my mom, of course (because she always does) suggest that we would lose more weight, if we ate out less. Probably true (which I told her while smiling and nodding as I flipped her off - well the flipping off was inside my head).
Ah well, only five or six days to go.
No doubt I may be here a few times to vent, and remind myself that mom's food issues don't need to become my issues.