Firstly, for those of you that were wondering where I've been(which I'm sure isn't that many), I've been on deviantart, but mostly ghosting through the website. I'm still drawing, but I don't really post any of it. Anyway, that's not why I here, I really need to vent. This last thanksgiving visiting my family was a great reminder for why I don't visit more often.
We started by going over to my (great) aunt's house, which has been a family tradition for as long as I can remember. She opens the door and I'm slightly taken aback by the way she looks. She's lost a ton of weight in the last year, and even though I saw her only a couple weeks ago, it didn't actually hit me how much weight she had lost until I saw her today. she was literally half the woman she used to be, and much smaller than I was now. I really wanted to ask her how she managed o do it, but while she was out of earshot mom told me not to get her started. so we ate food, and I mostly stayed out of the way, because I'm currently out of school and i don't want her to ask so I have to explain. I also got on her personal scale and found that i had lost three pounds this week(never go on a diet right before thanksgiving, you will ruin it.)
Eventually, one of her long time friends makes his entrance. I've known him since I was a kid, he's 300 pounds easy, and looks it. she even calls him Tiny. And for the rest of the time that we're there she makes conversation, while making jokes about his weight. the rest of us are so used to this that take it in stride, but as I listen I eventually realise that my aunt may be verbally abusive, because it's not just him that she talks about. The reason I didn't ask her about her weight loss is because then she would have turned on us. Both my mom and I are overweight, and she rarely missed an opportunity to mention it, even when she was overweight herself. And the Irony is, my weight problems started at puberty, when my brother and I spent a lot of afternoons with her, with tv, microwave dinners, diet soda and sweets.)
After my aunt, My mom dropped my brother and I off at my dad's. My younger brother met me at the door, and I hugged and kissed him like I always do. My baby brother makes his appearance, I go to do the same thing, and he fights me tooth and nail. fine, that's why the older one is my favorite sibling. My dad is on a new diet where he cuts out grains, so he's made some extra food items for himself, and I'm beginning to wonder if weight obsession is genetic. before and after dinner, the two younger brothers have made multiple attempts at proving their manliness, mostly by boasting their "thug" status while height checking and attacking me (keep in mind, that I outweigh them both (at 60 and 80 pounds) I'm stronger, and they live in the suburbs while I live in the city, so I win most of the time.) After dinner, there was gaming, where I am simultaneously reminded that A) I do not play video games as often as I would like, nor can I afford to, B) beating me in a video game seems to help keep egos intact, and C)the go is genetic and comes from my dad's side, as is being a sore loser. The visit ended with Monopoly the videogame, where I was taken out first, because my baby brother "gets his cutthroat business skills from his mother." (that doesn't make me like my stepmom any better, you know)
And today(or yesterday, as it were) My mom told me "you're overweight, and that's not good", then ordered pizza not an hour later, because somehow pizza is the answer to all our problems. And she bought me a doughnut for breakfast because she wanted one on my way to work, and earlier in the week she said "I'm craving starch and salt. let's go to sonic, and then I can blame you for it." what.
So long story short, I have weight problems and my relatives are assholes. But at least I have two new monster high dolls.