My new nickname (or Pointlessly Meandering Thoughts about my family)
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Yesterday was my father's birthday so we went over to his house to have dinner with him. My son wasn't well so he stayed home but my daughter and I went. My aunt came, as did my cousin and her husband and 2 kids.
My cousin's husband is, well, I don't know quite know the best word to use here. He's alright. He's likable enough. Not really quite as smart as he thinks he is, honestly, but that's not an unusual trait. He has a Ph.D. in early childhood development and is a tenured professor in early childhood at the local university but keeps insisting that my kids don't have autism or that PDD or Asperger's aren't REALLY autism. But whatever. I don't need his permission for my kids to have their diagnoses.
Anyway, when he came in and said hi to everyone he looked at me and said, "Hey there, Skinny." The whole family hung out for a while, ate pizza (I had 3 slices and am so bloated today!), cake, ice cream, presents... the usual birthday shebang. I told my cousin that a life that could never include pizza and cake and ice cream is a life that would guarantee regain! She said that she can't lose weight because of genetics (yeah, the whole family is overweight but what a cop-out!) and because she loves to eat and hates to exercise. There's the problem!
I have similar genetics to her. We don't even know her father's family so no idea if they tend to be overweight or not but my mother and all of her siblings could be healthier. So if it's purely (or even mainly) genetic, I wouldn't be sitting here in size 10 jeans ;)
I, too, love to eat. Heck, I had 3 slices of pizza plus cake and ice cream last night! Her husband was so funny :) He and I were the last 2 to get a slice of cake and there were 2 slices plated. One had a chunk missing from the bottom but had more frosting on it and I think he was concerned about me "messing up my diet" and wanted to be sure I took the right piece :) I finally just grabbed one from him because I really didn't care!
You see, several years ago this man had won a local "Biggest Loser" competition. But he learned no skills in the process! It was all about lose the weight fast. Which he did. But he learned nothing about healthy eating or healthful living. So, naturally, he is no longer looking the part of a "biggest loser" champ. And I totally got the impression that they expect me to put back on all the weight, too!
I would so very much love for my family to learn that healthy eating doesn't mean always being hungry or never getting what you enjoy and that exercise isn't something that needs to be dreaded. It's all about balancing your diet properly and finding activities you enjoy! I'd love to see these people be healthier! Not just because then maybe they'd have the energy to discipline those little tyrants of theirs! Yikes!
Anyway, as they left he said, "Cya later, Skinny". As I sit here in my size 10 jeans, knowing I have some major core toning to do before I can comfortably wear my size 8s (they fit but are snug and muffin-top-ish), I think that, yeah, Skinny... I wonder if that's what they call me around their house. Did he ask my cousin "Will Skinny be there?" when discussing coming over? But, y'know what? I don't mind. I've definitely been called worse (and probably by them)! If Skinny is going to be my new nickname, that is fine by me! As long as it doesn't change to "Fatso" in the event of regain...