This is a vent. I am having problems with my sisters.
My younger sister wants to lose weight and has asked me for suggestions. When I tell her something, such as to eat a more filling breakfast like oatmeal or an omelette she invariably comes up for an excuse of how she just can't do that. Yes, she is very busy, working 40 hours a week and going to school. I understand that she doesn't really have time to add in exercise. I told her to concentrate on getting good, filling foods such as broccoli or green beans. She says it takes too long, she doesn't like it, she would have to go shopping at another place. I told her to give up her daily hershey bar for maybe a 2 times a week hershey bar. She can't live without her hershey bar, it's what gives her energy before class. Sugar substitutes give her a headache, coffee with no sugar is gross. On and on with each of my suggestions.
I told her to stay fat then, since she obviously wasn't willing to change. You can guess how she took it.
My older sister has always struggled with her weight. Up and down, up and down, I think she weighs over 250 pounds now. She yo-yoed her way up, I remember as a kid she would always have one weird diet or another. Orange and cabbage soup kinda stuff. I told her that I was looking forward to looking great at my wedding. Few of my family has seen me since I lost almost 50 pounds (it will be over 50 by then), so even if I have some problem spots, I will look awesome.
She told me to enjoy it while it lasts, since I'll gain it back twice as fast. No, I told her. I'm not on a diet. I'm not depriving myself. I can eat an ice-cream bar (50 cals) right now and not blow my week, day, or even afternoon.
No, she says, once I have kids (like 2-3 years from now) I'll gain weight and won't be able to bring it down. It's impossible to keep it off, especially if I plan on having kids after. You'll see, she says. And she is the right type of person to say I told you so.
These conversations were last night and this morning. I swear I feel like a dump truck of pressure has been added, in addition to other pressures such as planning a 150 person wedding, or finishing my dissertation research, and even attempting to keep my sanity, which would be the icing on the cake. Now I have to be this super-weight-loss genius that can gain and get back down. I can't just do it my way without having one say 'I told you so' and the other say 'I think you just lost weight like you always do in Peru'.
I don't even know what I can say to them. Either one.
What kind of support am I looking for? Camaraderie, empathy, any suggestions, or frustrating family fables. OR maybe the thread gets hijacked but this time by bird people!