I love coming home from work after a particularly busy day. It just adds that little bit of nastiness to make a day go from bad to worse. Especially when I get home at 9 pm and haven't had dinner yet.
"I wish I had some cake left," I mumbled into my empty dinner plate.
"You don't need any," My mum muttered without looking up from Harry Potter.
"What?" Excuse me? Did I hear you right? I really don't think my needing or not needing cake was the issue I was debating (with myself, I might add, before you so rudely interuppted me), it was the thought that I would like something sweet. Whatever. You might as well just say it since I know you're thinking it: 'Mare, you're fat.' I can take it. It's been insinuated many times.
"I'm still hungry. What else can I have to eat?"
"You don't need anything more."
"But I'm hungry!"
Silence.
Like you should be one to talk miss I-need-a-sandwich-at-10 o'clock-to-last-me -until-lunch-after-having-breakfast-at-8 30. Besides, I'm hungry. Honestly, shouldn't you be happy I'm eating? But no, all you do is complain that I'm not eating enough or I'm eating too much. Apparently no happy medium here.
I went and looked on the scale just for good measure. I've gained 6 pounds. In three days. Let's face it, Mare, you're fat. Apparently you're mother knows what she's talking about. But hey, you can always go the no eating route. Seems to have worked in numerous times in the past. Or hey, why not join Grandma and Uncle Don on their diet thing. I'm sure SlimFast is the way to go. *sigh* Either way, better lose that weight before Mark comes back. As we've seen, no one likes a fat girlfriend. Not that you didn't try of course, apparently just not hard enough. But this time, oh this time you can make it. After all, it's only 6 pounds. Plus the 5 you wanted to lose from before. So 11 pounds. But I have faith in you. We've done it before, we can do it again. Just takes work.
