Keeping Weight On When You Want to Take It Off. A Sad Tale.
Posted Oct 27 2012 5:00am
There was no hesitation on Maryann’s part, she just let
loose on her mother. There was no reason for her mother to criticize her. After
all, she had been holding her feelings in all day and she deserved only the
best. Work had gone abysmally as it had been for the past few months. Coming
home was no picnic either, not with her mother staying there. Maryann had all
she could do to take care of her family, and now her mother had come for a
month. A month!
This wasn’t the end of it for Maryann. Her husband came home
without picking up milk. He had no sooner stepped through the door when he was
hit with Maryann’s icy look. She had seen immediately that he didn’t have the
milk. She hadn’t expected him to remember, and he didn’t remember. Maryann
followed up the icy look with a bunch of criticisms at the top of her lungs,
each criticism aimed right where it would hurt her husband the most: how he was
no good, lazy, didn’t care at all about her, didn’t care about their children.
These unsettling demonstrations were often the case with
Maryann. She let out what she was feeling and thought it was a good thing. It
was important for her not to bottle anything up. The truth was that Maryann
couldn’t keep a lid on anything if she wanted to. This was so for her weight as
well. Her weight had climbed steadily since she was in her late teens, until
now in her early 30s she was well over 200 pounds—a big woman with a big
appetite who was not going to be stifled in any way.
In her quieter moments, of which there were few, Maryann wanted
to be a much thinner woman, the kind of thin she was when she was younger.