Luddly Neddite
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- Sep 14, 2011
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For the morbidly obese and their families food is all tied up with love so much that they cannot tell the difference between hurting or helping. This is in no way the fault of the food industry. These addicts don't want a piece of high sugar high fat pie. They want the whole thing with two or three for later. A serving is an entire cake. Forget big macs. They want a dozen.
The fatsos are master manipulators. You don't love me. You want to see me suffer. I'm in pain. I'm starving. No one will help me.
Once the pity flows, so will the food.
My dad was my mom's enabler. He brought bags of candy, dozens of doughnuts. She got diabetes and lost a leg. No matter. He would buy three pizzas and have two slices. The rest went to her.
In the family of the obese, the family members will turn on anyone suggesting that continually feeding that pie hole is dangerous. My dad fought with me enough. I enjoyed seeing my mother cry. I wanted her to go hungry. The little hold out gives up and starts providing food or leaves knowing they no longer have a family themselves.
There are no easy answers.
I went through same with my family as well as extreme abuse, beaten, burned with cigs, locked in closet for days. Everyone is obese except me and that made me the freak, the outcast. Three out of my four sibs are dead, two were related to obesity, one in a motorcycle accident but he was also obese, hypertensive, diabetic.
I haven't seen my "baby" sister since the 80s but her Facebook photo is horrifying. She openly says she hasn't been in her own kitchen in many years and her husband has to help her the bathroom and bathe her. I just cringe and shudder when I think of that.
Most recent death, much younger sister - the last time I saw her, I watched her eat an entire key lime pie. Like you, I can't eat desserts or candy. It actually scares to think about.
Yes, it informs your entire life.
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