So, today I was talking to my grandparents, I unfortunately crave acceptance from my fam, even though I'm the total black sheep of the family.
I lived with my gparents for a long time when I was a kid, things weren't great at home, I feel like I didn't fully have a weight problem/later, disordered eating, until they got custody of me at 14. That's when secret eating and laxative abuse started. My Very Italian Grandmother would push food on me and then later criticize me for being fat. "Your hips are spreading. Your face is blooming."
Augh. Today I told her how much weight I've lost, and she was so proud and said I've obviously been working hard. Wow. I don't expect anything so nice to come from her mouth.
My grandfather, who I've always gotten along so much better with, is pretty insensitive at times, I know he doesnt' think he's being mean, and if a fellow weight loss buddy said this to me, instead of a man who has NEVER struggled with weight, except trying to keep it on...I wouldn't have cared. It's all context, how it's said, etc.
I said, "I've lost just about 60 lbs." and he responded with, "hahaha, that's almost a person!" No 'good job'...nothing like that.
When I had lost My first 20 I told him and he asked how long it took, and then told me I Should be doing what rush limbaugh is doing because he lost 90 lbs in 3 months or something ridiculous like that.
AUGH.
My fam. Not real sure why after 31 years I ever expect anything different.