Tomorrow, finals. The next day, depart for Mississippi for ten days. I probably won't be missed around here, but I assure you the tales of my demise are quite exaggerated.
I'm going to Gulfport to visit my parents who winter there in their RV for the good weather and low, low cost of living over other areas. It's going to be a mixed bag I can tell.
As mother ages her tendency towards perfection gets worse and worse. She's the kind of person who has very specific ways she wants things done and if you're not doing it her way she'll let you know or take over for you. This basically means that when other people try to help her she gets irritated and pushes them away, then proceeds to get upset because no-one wants to help her with things. That can be very frustrating.
The frequency that I can visit them is such that I practically see them age before my eyes. Dad is approaching 80 years old and life and health is really starting to show. It's hard to watch the strong man of my youth wither away into an old man who needs help to even get out of a chair. Such is life I suppose.
This will prove to be an interesting trip I think. The hardest part will not be gaining weight back. Mom and dad are feeders. Food is love. More food is more love. And their love is usually fried or wrapped in bacon. No wonder I spend half my visits napping and the other half working out.
I like to think I'm an observant man. I pay attention to subtle cues of other people in my daily life because of it. That being said I've noticed a lot of changes since I've lost over 100 pounds. Most importantly, people don't stare at me or react negatively to me anymore. That may seem minor, but when you're large you stand out and people notice. And not always in nice ways. Like the job interview I went to for Trader Joes where the two guys laughed at me as I left after giving each other "look at this fucking lardass" looks the whole time. Or the asshole I sat next to on a flight who would sneer at me as he jabbed his elbows intentionally into my side. People have changed the way they refer to me as a stranger too. When you're large the most common thing you're called when people don't know your name is "big guy". It may seem innocent, but it's really not.
Another side effect of my weight loss is that I'm kind of lost in my own skin. That's not a saggyness joke, though I do deserve one, but a reference to my own sense of space. I'm often awkward and off-balance because my body is completely different in how it handles. It's like driving someone elses car. It's still a car and you know how to work everything, it's just different and takes some getting used to.
See you dorks after I get back.
I'm going to Gulfport to visit my parents who winter there in their RV for the good weather and low, low cost of living over other areas. It's going to be a mixed bag I can tell.
As mother ages her tendency towards perfection gets worse and worse. She's the kind of person who has very specific ways she wants things done and if you're not doing it her way she'll let you know or take over for you. This basically means that when other people try to help her she gets irritated and pushes them away, then proceeds to get upset because no-one wants to help her with things. That can be very frustrating.
The frequency that I can visit them is such that I practically see them age before my eyes. Dad is approaching 80 years old and life and health is really starting to show. It's hard to watch the strong man of my youth wither away into an old man who needs help to even get out of a chair. Such is life I suppose.
This will prove to be an interesting trip I think. The hardest part will not be gaining weight back. Mom and dad are feeders. Food is love. More food is more love. And their love is usually fried or wrapped in bacon. No wonder I spend half my visits napping and the other half working out.
I like to think I'm an observant man. I pay attention to subtle cues of other people in my daily life because of it. That being said I've noticed a lot of changes since I've lost over 100 pounds. Most importantly, people don't stare at me or react negatively to me anymore. That may seem minor, but when you're large you stand out and people notice. And not always in nice ways. Like the job interview I went to for Trader Joes where the two guys laughed at me as I left after giving each other "look at this fucking lardass" looks the whole time. Or the asshole I sat next to on a flight who would sneer at me as he jabbed his elbows intentionally into my side. People have changed the way they refer to me as a stranger too. When you're large the most common thing you're called when people don't know your name is "big guy". It may seem innocent, but it's really not.
Another side effect of my weight loss is that I'm kind of lost in my own skin. That's not a saggyness joke, though I do deserve one, but a reference to my own sense of space. I'm often awkward and off-balance because my body is completely different in how it handles. It's like driving someone elses car. It's still a car and you know how to work everything, it's just different and takes some getting used to.
See you dorks after I get back.
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mistersatan:
It's totally true, I do.
doxie:
Good luck at your parent's 