so since my last one was not so successful I will try another.
I am in a bad mood now, kinda, so I will say, other than yourself who do you blame for your weight?
I certainly blaim my mother. She ate poorly and taught me to enjoy eating fast food and big portions. My dad always wanted me to feel full and stop eating until I knew whether or not i was really full - but did I listen?? (obviously no!) and my mom is big (my dad is thin) (go figure) so genitically is it her families side too? its kinda wierd - my mom and another aunt are big - but my other aunt and uncle are bean poles (or were until they reached their later life) - all on the same side - we call them the mailman's children as they all have different hair color too (the thin ones are blonde, the other two are brunette and red head!)
I can't blame anyone but me. Maybe I could sort of blame my family when I was too young to know better, but by the time I was a teenager, I knew right from wrong and healthy from unhealthy, and yet I've lived to be 23 and obese the entire time. I'd like to blame society for making me feel so badly about myself so often, but I can't blame society for making me fat. I'd like to blame the kids who picked on me in school, but they were just being kids, and I could have dealt with it in ways other than going home and stuffing my face even more. It's all about personl responsibility. I didn't necessarily let myself GET this way (since I have been overweight my whole life), but I did let myself STAY this way for too long.
Well... I sort of blame gentics.. All the women on my dad's side(he has 5 sisters) are big amazon women... They are like almost 6 ft tall have HUGE boobs and are very big women.. A couple of muscley big and a couple of them are fat big... But very large bones and boobs... Well my dad in his self is 6ft4 so tall... My Mother is like...5ft2 on a good day and was in gymnastics and what not.. So she is petite.. Well her side of the family are all little people but her one sister has big boobs too but she is only like 5ft tall... So What did I end up with.... SHORT 5ft 6 which isnt that short but comparied to my aunts and my two skinnny beautiful sisters im short....HUGE Breasts. Im talking like H's okay....BIg bones.... and a flat Butt... My parents really didnt eat heathy.. My mother cant cook and she eats litterly like a bird.. She just picks at stuff all day long.. But is kinda their fault but mostly mine about the HATING exersise.. They used to make me run.. Like miles and since I was forced into sports I hated it.. So now I cant shake the hate.. My parents are so active.. I wish I was like that.. Both of my sisters shook it.. Although my parents made my older sister run track and for the whole last lap during state my sister flipped my parents off.. So that was her rebelling i guess..
I don't blame genetics either...my mother has been overweight for as long as I can remember, and mayb genetics makes it more difficult for me to lose weight, but it doesn't make it impossible
Well, considering that no one stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me, I have no one to blame but myself. Although, I will admit that society plays a huge role in our feeling badly about the way we look.
I know I can't blame anyone but myself for my weight, but I atribute my figure to my mother My sister takes after my dad's side of the family-- yes, she's overweight, but she has the pear-shape going for her. You know, the typical "womanly" figure. I, however, take after my mother. Broad shoulders (one mean kid in hs told me I had linebacker shoulders), big boobs, I carry most of my weight around the middle, but a pretty nice butt and lean legs. Tell me that doesn't sound weird. It's SO hard to find women's clothes that fit me right, especially pants. And skirts and dresses just look strange on me.
I also come from a family where food is a very big part of any gathering (we're all good cooks, my one uncle is a chef), with big portions, and of course you have to finish EVERYTHING on your plate. One of my biggest struggles now that I'm trying to lose the weight is knowing what a normal portion is and stopping when I'm full, even if there's food left on the plate. So I wouldn't say I "blame" anyone for my weight problem, but I do feel that the way I was brought up thinking has made my progress a little more difficult.
I could blame my parents for be being fat, but in all reality it is my fault. I mean it didn't help growing up that we were told to eat everything on our plates and we would always eat late at night. But I am the one that shoveled the food in and ate when I was bored, happy, sad or upset. No one told me to eat the cookies, cakes and candies. I had free will and that is what has gotten me where I am today. I always thought when I weighed 181 that I was so huge. Boy, I look back and I would give anything to be that again.
I still have issues with eating when emotional and bored. Plus I have a sweet tooth and boy is it hard to give up sweets, but I take it day to day and I don't stress when I do stray. I figure if I limit and not restrict that I do alot better with the amount that I do eat. I am trying to get to a better time to eat right now. We are eating after 8 at night most nights and I really want to be eating by 6 if at all possible. But with my situation I just have to be patient til my husband, daughter and I aren't living with my parents anymore. It makes it really difficult.
I agree with everyone who says they can't blame anyone but theirselves, but if i think back, I wish that my mom would have taught me more about nutrition and kept healthier groceries in the house. I certainly don't blame her though, i did this to myself!
I blame my dad for certain habits, mainly his ideas about wasting food and getting the most out of your money. He would buy in bulk and if something, like milk, was approaching the expiration date, he'd serve it out and guilt me into having it.
I started gaining in middle school, partially because of puberty, but also because it was the first time I had control over what I ate for lunch every day. I would get the most food as I could with my money, regardless of how hungry I was, or if the food I got was something I actually wanted. If I had to choose between french fries and two bowls of pudding for the same price, I'd go for the pudding no matter what. And I'd eat it all, to get the most out of my money.
I don't blame him now, though. I'm trying to convince myself that it's okay to spend more money on healthier food, and that it's okay to not eat all that healthier food if I'm not hungry. Ugh... hard, but I'm trying.
My mom, and dad. My mom b/c she still holds on to bad habits I have to continue fighting against, and It makes it hard. My dad sometimes b/c he'd buy me WHATEVER i wanted to eat- which im not to mad about. Im not really mad at any, b/c I'm happy they didn't hide food from me or deny me to much b/c that can backfire sometimes(kids eating at night or sneaking food).
I just wish my mom would do small things, even in her cooking to be more healthy. Stuff that really doesn't take that much energy or time but makes a big difference on health.
I don't blame anyone. My choices caused me to become overweight. It wasn't until I was married that I gained 65 pounds. Now, I guess I could blame the bad marriage, but it still comes down to me putting bad food in my mouth and not exercising enough.
Sadly, it is entirely my own fault. Granted, I got my underlying figure from my mom, with its tendency to pile on weight and its love for chocolate, but overall my parents raised me pretty well in regards to food. Dessert was an occasional treat, we had fruits and veggies regularly, and I've always been active.
My weight problems started in middle school when I went through a few pretty bad years and discovered that gorging myself on sweets made me feel better for a brief moment. I actually managed to lose that weight by the end of high school, but still felt fat enough that I let it come back without noticing. I say this because I know that my mother feels bad for letting me end up with a weight problem since she's struggled with the same thing her whole life, and wishes she had done something when she noticed that my weight creeps up if I'm not happy and almost blames herself for it.
But it's really my own fault and I know it, if not her.
I wouldn't say I blame anyone else, but I was always ~30 pounds overweight growing up so I sort of feel like I'm only personally to blame for everything beyond that (basically when I stopped growing taller). That roughly corresponds to the age when I started to really grasp nutrition and reject numerous myths to the point that I had some real hope of controlling my weight, anyway. From that point on, my thing.
I wish I would have seen my weight increasing but I didn't notice until I had gained 30 pounds. I still ignored it until I gained 10 more. That was my wake up call.
I don't blame my parents. I just wish that they would have seen where I was headed, and taught me some better eating habits when I was younger. They were both very active and could tolerate big meals when they were younger, so perhaps they thought I would grow out of it... Unfortunately, it would appear that I've grown INTO it... ugh
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