Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I am 48 years old. My dad passed away 4 years ago. He was very supportive of me my entire life, proud of my accomplishments, proud of who I was. Except for my weight.
I often heard "you are too pretty to be fat" or "If you would just lose a little weight, you would feel better". He acted like I didnt know I was fat! That, in turn, made me want to eat more. I asked myself who was he to tell me what to do? I was a grown woman! I knew what I was doing and I could do as I pleased! How insulting!
Did he actually think that if he told me I was fat, I would say "Oh gee, Dad, thanks for telling me cause I didnt know what size I wore or how big I am!" He just didnt understand why it was hard for me to lose weight. He ate to live, I lived to eat. He just didnt get it.
Now that he is gone and I have started on this path to health, I finally get what he was saying. He wanted me to live. For a long time and to live well. He was worried about my health not my appearance. I was just thinking that today, he would be proud of me and happy for me. Because I am doing it for me. Thanks Dad. I feel you.