
I have decided that it is about time to lose weight. I have been thinking this for a while, but just haven't done anything about it. My problems are...I hate to exercise and I have a weakness for food. I have gained about 30 pounds in the last 7 or 8 years. I don't feel bigger, but I can tell when I see a picture of myself. Others have noticed too.
I was at my Mom's last Monday (the day that my stepfather passed away). I had gone to R&R Bar-B-Que to get food for the family. We had finished eating and I was in the kitchen putting the food away and washing dishes. My uncle, who I had not seen in over a year walks into the kitchen.
Uncle - What are you doing?
Me - Cleaning up the kitchen.
Uncle - (Gives me a quick look up and down.) You have put on weight.
Me - Yeah.
Uncle - You are starting to look like your Mother. (Then he grabs my stomach.)
I continue with what I was doing and he walks into the living room. He comes back a few minutes later. By this time I was trying to make room in the refrigerator for the food. He pokes his head around the refrigerator door.
Uncle - What are doing? Eatting?
Me - No!
I was sooooo mad. I went home and told Chad what he said. I told Chad that if we see him at the funeral home, he would probably say something else. Sure enough. At the funeral home, we were standing there and he walks up.
Uncle - (Looking at Chad.) Your wife is getting fat.
Chad - (Gives him the "evil eye".)
Me - (I rub Chad's stomach.) He doesn't have any room to talk.
Uncle - No, he doesn't. I guess it is middle-aged spread.
Me - (With a smile.) Yeah, I guess.
For those of you who know my husband, you know it was hard for him to keep his mouth shut, but the funeral home was not the time to put him in his place.
What happened to "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all"?