So my parents came to visit me last week and I just need a place to process a bit that experience. Let me start by saying that overall my parents are wonderful, loving, fun, fabulous, open-minded people and just excellent human beings overall. They've been married 36 years and super supportive to me and my brother (who has disabilities so is extra challenging) our whole lives. So I don't really have anything to complain about.
But, of course, nobody is perfect. Both my parents have struggled their whole lives with weight. My mom has gone on and off weight watchers several times. And my dad has always been struggling, and now that he is retired puts even more time and energy into his weight - going to the gym, reading labels, etc. So the last time I saw my parents was Thanksgiving 2008 and since then I have lost 25 pounds and they have gained 15 pounds each.
When I met my parents at the airport, my dad said "you look great!" And I just said thanks and gave them hugs and moved on with the conversation. With my dad everything seems to revolve around food, exercise and weight. For example, we go out to eat at a middle eastern restaurant and we're looking at the menu I say "oh, I've had the falafel here and it's good." His response: "But falafel is deep-fried. We wouldn't want to order that." And in telling a story about meeting up with an old friend from his home town "He gained a lot of weight after his father died and had a gastric bypass..." And high school friends of mine who parents are friends with my parents. "So-and-so's mom sent me a photo of him and his wife and their baby. Wow, they both have really put on weight." Even attending a wedding of an old friend of mine he commented about the size of the couple and pronounced the groom "morbidly obese." It's not all outwardly focused, he'll talk about his own difficulty in losing the 15 pounds he's put on. But definitely he seems to see the world through food-diet-exercise colored glasses.
It was more of a frustration for me when I was at my highest weight because I felt like it was passive-aggressive: I'd order food at a restaurant and he'd say "oh, wow, that's a lot of food!" (translate - you better not eat all that) Now that I have lost a significant amount, but still have a ways to go, it bothers me somewhat less. Still, it's the only shadow that was cast over an otherwise really pleasant and enjoyable visit.
My parents are both nearing 60 and I know they won't be around forever, so I want to enjoy my relationship with them. There are times when knowing I will have to deal with this constant commentary makes me feel really unmotivated to talk to them and visit them but I feel like that is petty and I need to get over it. The biggest challenge is to remember that all of this is about what is going on with THEM and not with me. That I have to feel good about myself and my choices and know that I am living a healthy life and have peace with myself, regardless of what they say. Mostly I respond by not responding, by changing the subject and not feeding what I think are unhealthy thought patterns within them - especially my dad. It's my challenge to love them and keep my relationship with them strong and keep my distance from the constant commentary about food/weight/exercise. It makes me even more grateful that I have a supportive, loving partner who doesn't have a hang up with food/exercise/body image and whose brain just doesn't even work that way.
Okay, just needed to share that with folks I thought could understand. Anyone else out there had similar experiences and want to respond. Thanks for reading everybody!

sorry you feel this way. Hope your next visit goes better! 

