Medusa
Full Member
Well here I am 9 weeks in and 21lb down, wearing smaller clothes and feeling - well if not particularly svelte - then definitely less rotund than before.
I must admit I dithered about telling my parents I was going to SW but I did and in all fairness they have been very supportive. A little too supportive truth told. I am beginning to dread my Thursday night text from mum and my Friday phone call from dad to find out "how you've done".
Added to that they have very fixed views about what constitutes a "diet" (both are in their 70's) and if I seem to be eating anything they deem fattening (pasta/potatoes etc) are likely to tell friends loudly in my presence "Well we tried to stop her eating all that..." When I report another loss it appears I must have been lucky or starving myself when they are not around.
They have even told other relatives I'm "on a diet" and some of them have posted on my FB wall to ask how much I've lost and how it's going. Which is sweet of them but not information I'm really happy to have out there so to speak.
Last night we were asked to supper and arrived to find an Indian takeaway - the works - followed by mum's home made bread pudding (made with hot cross buns). I piled my plate with boiled rice and had the minimum of lamb jalfreizi (OK, I had a teaspoon of the bread pudding too ). But it left mum a bit huffy that I'd not appreciated what she'd "prepared". Ironically she'd made my lanky teenage son what she told me later were SW chips and pork steak when he adores chicken korma.
Don't get me wrong I love them dearly, even though they often drive me up the wall. But their well meaning support is beginning to ... well ... grind me down and I can't see how I can persuade them to tone it down.
There. Vent over.
I must admit I dithered about telling my parents I was going to SW but I did and in all fairness they have been very supportive. A little too supportive truth told. I am beginning to dread my Thursday night text from mum and my Friday phone call from dad to find out "how you've done".
Added to that they have very fixed views about what constitutes a "diet" (both are in their 70's) and if I seem to be eating anything they deem fattening (pasta/potatoes etc) are likely to tell friends loudly in my presence "Well we tried to stop her eating all that..." When I report another loss it appears I must have been lucky or starving myself when they are not around.
They have even told other relatives I'm "on a diet" and some of them have posted on my FB wall to ask how much I've lost and how it's going. Which is sweet of them but not information I'm really happy to have out there so to speak.
Last night we were asked to supper and arrived to find an Indian takeaway - the works - followed by mum's home made bread pudding (made with hot cross buns). I piled my plate with boiled rice and had the minimum of lamb jalfreizi (OK, I had a teaspoon of the bread pudding too ). But it left mum a bit huffy that I'd not appreciated what she'd "prepared". Ironically she'd made my lanky teenage son what she told me later were SW chips and pork steak when he adores chicken korma.
Don't get me wrong I love them dearly, even though they often drive me up the wall. But their well meaning support is beginning to ... well ... grind me down and I can't see how I can persuade them to tone it down.
There. Vent over.