This last Sunday my partner and I went to visit an old famly friend, the lady in question went to school with my Gran and is a ripe old age of 84. I had only met her once before about 5 years ago, and was of course very different to now. I was only a teenager and had short hair, no makeup, bad style, also I lacked in the height department. I got all of these things commented on as we entered.
My hair was nice, though why haven't I stuck to my natural colour.
Why do I need to wear those jeans a 'decent' pair of slacks is all that's required.
Makeup is so expensive these days, why do I need to wear any at all.
You've grown up, gotten taller and put on a bit of weight since I saw you last, you should keep an eye on that. ( I should note that I have an underactive Thyroid and while I am not fat I am not small, a healthy curvy 14-16, depending on where I shop...?)
As we walked into the room Helen fussed us over to the couch to sit and chat where we heard all the news about her family and what the grankids have been up to. After a while of chatting she decided that it was time for tea, so we moved over to the table, a full spread of sandwiches, cakes, biscuits, pancakes poured out before our eyes. If I had been 10 years younger myself it would have been heaven, however I am not and I do like to keep a reasonable control over my diet.
So we sat and began to wade our way through the immense platter before us. Starting slow, trying to be polite and eat the more filling items (sandwiches) first. We then moved on to a pancake and thought we'd finish off with a biscuit. However Helen had very different ideas, we needed to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat our plates could never be empty. She kept shoving food at us, so much so that we felt obliged to continue eating. Eventually I just couldn't eat anymore, I literally felt like I was going to burst. Not only that but I also needed to go to the bathroom very much as along with all the food I had had about 6 cups of tea as that too continued to be poured for us.
Eventually we left and made our way home, resolved in our thought of no dinner or food for the rest of the week! Yet this is not a solitary event. It seems to happen whenever we visit the grandma types (my own included). I don't know what causes the need to throw food at me, as I said I'm not exactly wasting away, but I seem to get it everywhere. Even at friends houses their mothers and themselves are always wanting to make tea or get you a bite to eat...? Maybe my mum is weird, she doesn't do it at all, you'll get a coffee and if your lucky a biscuit at her place, so maybe I grew up in a twilight zone??.
My question to all JUs out there is, why does this happen, we get told we look too fat (among other things) yet then it is made sure that we are definetly not starving...don't get me wrong I love my gran and all other grans, but why do they confuse me?