I live with my grandmother, and I REALLY love her. I just want to put that out there.

That said: I'm about to smash her with a hammer.

She used to be big. She's about 5'1 and at her heaviest she weighed 280. She got gastric bypass and lost a whole bunch of weight and has kept it off for like five years.

She's ALWAYS made comments about my weight and how I need to lose it. But it's gotten really bad this year. Passive aggressive stuff, outright stuff, all the time, and it makes me get b***y, and she can't seem to understand why.

She thinks she's a nutritionist and gets on my case about eating too much pasta and frigging HARPS on me about not eating enough protien, you gotta have protein, protien, protien, protien (I'm a semi-vegetarian, and apparently beans and tofu aren't protien according to Dr. Her.)

Anyhow, I thought starting to lose weight would get her off my back. But NOW all she does is RAVE about how proud of me she is, and how disgusted she used to be by my eating habits.

I'm like HOW is that supposed to be encouraging? I don't want to hear about how disgusted you used to be by me. I've only lost five pounds. Stop counting your MFing CHICKENS!

*deep cleansing breaths*

Then today I made the mistake of letting her overhear a conversation I was having with my best friend who is also overweight. She heard me say that my goal is 133 pounds.

She SCOFFED. "BRENDA-SUE you CAN'T get to a hundred and thirty three pounds!" Like I'm an idiot! Like she's talking to a four year old. I tried to argue and she cuts me off again, "You CAN'T, I've TRIED. I got down to 150 and I didn't feel good. My stomach didn't feel good. No way, I'll give you 150 cause you're taller, but that's ENOUGH."

... I tried to be the bigger person, but I failed. I said, "Well considering I'm not cutting up my digestive system, I don't think it's logical to say my stomach is going to feel the same way as yours does, don't you think?"

She continued to argue and I said: "Meme, I'm younger, taller, and more muscular than you. I'm losing the weight slower, and unlike you, I plan to exercise. I don't think it's fair for you to think you should know what my goals are, and I'm not asking you to sign off on them."

Needless to say we haven't spoken since.

WHAT is her ISSUE? WHY does she feel the need to tear me down for not trying, and then STILL tear me down when I am?!

I'm going insane.

I don't know why she has issues - but you CAN get down to 133. I am your height and I got down to 129 at one point. I am still trying to get back there but I know that I'm struggling because I'm cheating

But I was there - so yoiu can too.

Try saying something like "When you say xxx, it makes me feel yyy so please can you not say stuff like that."

It might not work - she has a LONG lifetime of being the way she is, but at least she will know that it bothers you.

Well done, BTW!

Wow- well maybe it's good you aren't talking right now lol- give each other some relief.

I guess all you can do is ask her why she's acting this way and tell her how you feel- in a nice way of course

Grandmas.... lol. My husband has MS and his grandmother got so upset at him when he had a drink at his bday party and he was like grandma I'm a grown man, I'm 35 years old, I can have a drink! She insisted it was bad for his MS lol. I was like his one drink a year (cuz he rarely drinks) isn't going to hurt him.

133 should be do-able for you, but why sweat it? Get closer and evaluate as you go.

Now, about your Grandmother, it's a little late to change her. Sometimes the best thing to do is smile, nod and say "that's interesting" and then go on with your life.

I am in a similar situation. My 82 year old grandmother lives with my husband and myself and my whole life she has always said I need to lose weight (while she's making cookies and shoving them at me) and how I have such a pretty face, but I'd be a total package if I could just slim down. Well, now I am losing weight. And all I hear from her is how horrifically overweight I used to be and oh it was so embarrassing to be around me when we went out to eat and how thankful she is that I finally listened to her. For crying out loud, lady! Thanks for making me feel even more awkward about how I used to look! If my own grandma thought that, I wonder what a complete stranger must have thought? And even though I am more than 100 pounds away from my goal weight, she keeps telling me not to get too thin. I'm just at my wits end. I've tried talking to her about it, but she just starts to cry and it's out of control. Oh well. I'm doing this for me and I'll get as small as I want to. Good luck and you're not alone!

You got some great advice. I can't handle people who give unsolicited advice. I think subtlety isn't going to work with certain people. I would set some clear boundaries regarding what you will or won't tolerate. Start by congratulating her on how far she has come. Gastric bypass is not an easy route to take. However, let her know that you don't want any comments about your weight, your eating habits past, present and future and anything related to weight loss because even though she's trying to be helpful, her comments are not helpful. They are hurtful. Tell her you love her and you want to have a good relationship with her but that you're not interested in discussing this subject with her anymore. If it's too hard to say, or you think you'll get even more upset/emotional if you speak to her, perhaps a letter would do best, with an emphasis on how much you love her and enjoy her company.

Oh my goodness yes, smile and nod, smile and nod. It's like arguing with a three year old...you won't win. So I don't even try. I do not enter into an argument with my mother. We have a she-is-right policy and then I go home and complain to poor DH. I got the same reaction from my mom when she asked early on how much I wanted to lose. I'd lost 30 and said I wanted to lose 100. She argued with me (more like AT me because I did not participate). I think people really don't have a good concept of what pounds translate to in reality.

It doesn't matter anyway. Our bodies often determine where we'll end up. I never said I will lose 100 pounds or die trying...I said I wanted to lose 100 pounds.

That's what drives me crazy. If I get to 150 and realize that's where I should be, I will stay: And I KNOW Meme will spend hours telling me how right she was.

I wish she'd get bent.

I know how you feel, my gramma has been like that with me and my sister our whole lives, i remember her telling me how fat I was when I was 12! And when I was 6 months pregnant she told me I was getting TOO fat, I know it's hard for a lot of people to do, but with me I just roll my eyes, say yes gramma, and walk away. I try not to take to heart what she says

@mellywag -- I think I could probably do that if we didn't live together. But living in the same house, I bite my tongue until it starts to bleed, and then eventually lash out like I did today.

I have the best luck with the smile and nod approach (although I don't always have the forsight to use it). Nothing shuts up unsolicited advice like agreeing with the person.

I usually say "you're probably right," if I can get away with it. Some people use it as a way to keep going "of course I'm right - blah, blah, blah." I just tune out that part, it's amazing what you can tune out with a little effort.

My mom is the biggest food guilter/food pusher in my life. Somehow I'm supposed to eat constantly when I visit her (only what she wants me to, of course) and somehow lose weight. Luckily, hubby and I visit only a couple times a year, and they usually visit once so three times a year is manageable.

Living under the same roof is really difficult though, and I feel for you. I don't think I could live with my mom for an extended period of time, if my life depended on it. And to be honest, I think she feels the same way. I know our visits drain us both if we stay more than a week.

Man, I love you guys. I needed you.

Big huggles - hopefully she will get the picture soon enough and just celebrate with you on what you are achieving!

On the way home from a family party tonight, I had a bit of a breakthrough with her. The conversation started much the same, but she was saying, "You used to eat like a lumberjack, just like I used to. God I used to be able to eat xyz xyz and it made me so sad to see you hurting yourself like I did..."

And suddenly, listening to her word it like that made it so much less accusatory and judgemental... Sometimes she doesn't word things right, but I think I understand now what she was trying to say all those times, and it IS out of love. She's trying to encourage me, I just think she didn't realize how badly it was coming across.

So I feel a lot better.

Even though I ate some no-nos at that party, but I didn't overdo, and it's been two weeks. I have to have a little wiggle once in a while, right? I got right back to plan, and I still doubt I'm over my calories, even if I didn't spend them in the best way nutritionally. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. I highly doubt I'm going to gain from it. When I found myself picking and picking and picking at the mexican dip, I left the room and came here on my IPhone to distract myself, and it totally worked. This place has really become my lifeline.