Not my mum, but my dad. Starting when I was 13, telling me I was like a whale and everyone on the beach was staring at me because I was so large. His exact words. Saying my thighs were the same size as my waist. All sorts of awful things. I was just over seven stone at the time. Ive had an awful relationship with food my entire life since and its only through therapy that I've started to change my way of thinking. I asked him about it many years later and he at first denied it then admitted he remembered his campaign and said he only did it because he was scared of me getting large. Which is ironic because he himself is morbidly obese now.
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That right there is why you can’t find a decent woman. A high worth woman is looking for a 6’+ mid 6-figures earner with an outing hobby and the ability to go a Friday night without SCOFFING, SLURPING and shagging fellas.
Sadly the calorie value of almost every food is engraved on my brain. I can also pretty much guess to the pound how much I weigh on any particular day.
I took my 85 year old mum out for her birthday recently. A mumsnet approved “naice” country pub, onsite brewery, very middle class. Every time the poor waitress came over she gave a coy little shrug and said “ooh, my diet starts tomorrow!”
Plates cleared- “thank you, that was lovely. My diet starts tomorrow!”
Do you want the desert menu? “Ooh, i shouldn’t, but go on then, my diet starts tomorrow!”
I nearly told her to shut the duck up about her diet and enjoy the food. She’s 85, struggles to eat large meals now, so have that blooody desert and don’t feel guilty. But it’s absolutely engrained in her thinking- food is described as “fattening” or “slimming”. Never oh you should try x, it’s you should try x, it’s lovely, and slimming! Or oh I love cheese, but it’s so fattening.
My life is controlled by food and calories, unsurprisingly. I have made a serious effort with my DD’s to get out of that trap. As they hit teen years I’ve also been pretty open about why I’m like I am with food, which I think they can see now.
My dear departed dad (DDD) had the right idea. It was home-made apple pie with double cream for pud every Sunday. There were three of us and pie would naturally be sliced into quarters leaving one bit going spare. I invariably left some of mine. DDD would eat his own bit, then finish mine then he’d eat the last quarter as ’hated to see food wasted’. All of this covered lavishly with cream. According to him this was all good as ‘fruit is slimming’. 
My mum is the same and I also go back and forth between wondering whether to tell her it’s ridiculous but as you say, it’s so engrained it’s beyond anything I can help with. What’s interesting is she gets very uncomfortable when I talk positively about myself and calls me a big head. She can’t compute it at all.
God that all got a bit deep. Any Saturday night husbands missing threads? I always used to enjoy that of a Sunday, you’d know he was asleep on a mates sofa but by the time he’d surfaced they’d have the full waterfowl formation
God mumsnet is a racist, homophobic, transphobic, body shaming, income shaming cesspit nowadays. I just commented on a thread where there are 8 pages agreeing with a woman who feels there are too many black people in adverts, anyone positing a rational response is being called ‘woke’. I would rather stick pins in my eyes than live a second of their 6 figure fantasy lives. duck off back to the 1970s (or France) you mentalists.
Sounds like my DDD (he was a great cook) I really miss him even after all these years.My dear departed dad (DDD) had the right idea. It was home-made apple pie with double cream for pud every Sunday. There were three of us and pie would naturally be sliced into quarters leaving one bit going spare. I invariably left some of mine. DDD would eat his own bit, then finish mine then he’d eat the last quarter as ’hated to see food wasted’. All of this covered lavishly with cream. According to him this was all good as ‘fruit is slimming’.
My DDGrandad was the same... Always remember going for a family Sunday Lunch, he picked up the large boat of custard and poured it all over his apple crumble. It should have been for four peopleMy dear departed dad (DDD) had the right idea. It was home-made apple pie with double cream for pud every Sunday. There were three of us and pie would naturally be sliced into quarters leaving one bit going spare. I invariably left some of mine. DDD would eat his own bit, then finish mine then he’d eat the last quarter as ’hated to see food wasted’. All of this covered lavishly with cream. According to him this was all good as ‘fruit is slimming’.
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Your post inspired me to whip up an apple and berry crumble
the apples are from the vicarage over the road he brought round ready stewed proving we answer the door, talk to our neighbours and eat like large little pigs 
(its not even a little bit rural tho)However this is the most womanly thing I've done, im not the chef of the house and not normally in the kitchen unless I'm eating directly out of the fridge
I quoted the wrong reply i think, what a NOOBYour post inspired me to whip up an apple and berry crumble
However this is the most womanly thing I've done, im not the chef of the house and not normally in the kitchen unless I'm eating directly out of the fridge
Ddementia?
Im just so physically overweight from all the crumble the large has leached into my brain
For me the weekend is not complete without a competitive grocery shopping thread. I’ve been blessed this weekend so I am working my way through it with my bingo card. “I cook everything from scratch”, “punnets of berries”, “athletic children”, “rice cakes”, snack boxes have already been called.Any Saturday night husbands missing threads? I always used to enjoy that of a Sunday, you’d know he was asleep on a mates sofa but by the time he’d surfaced they’d have the full waterfowl formation
That one has everything except bloody food. The poor kids are rationed to 5 grapes a day.
Someone worked out she's spending less than £1 per meal, per person. And her budget includes snacks, toiletries and cleaning products, not just food for meals, they must be STARVING.
Grapes are little sugar bombs, five is far too many.
They also get 1 milky way and 1 banana a week so their diet is actually quite decadent and sugar-laden.
I particularly like “I work full-time so don’t have time to make snacks” but has hours to spend on MN.
I'm retired, can't be arsed to make snacks. Why would I? We have shops with ready made snacks. I'm supporting the economy 
Do trolls even get hungry? Asking for a friend.
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