So this coming Wednesday is my 33rd birthday. I hate my birthdays, and not because I'm getting a year older really - I just hate all the hoopla. My family really overdoes the birthday thing. Usually I can get out of them by having other plans with dh, but this year he is away on a business trip and so I really don't have an out. My grandma will want to make me a cake, my mom will want to take me out to dinner... which is all very sweet and I feel like a total heel for even being grouchy about it at all.
The thing is though, I am very overweight. I have probably 50 pounds to lose, and that would even put me over the ideal mark but at least I'd be at a size 12 or 14 there. I'd be okay with that. It seems like every time I try to lose weight, my family sabotages my efforts. I'm going to call my grandma today and tell her that I'd prefer that she not make a cake for me, I know she will totally guilt trip me. When I tell her that I am trying to get healthy and lose weight she contradicts me and then gives me the cold shoulder. I used to go over to her house once or twice a week, but I have really cut back my visits because every time I go over there she has made lunch (even if I have already eaten) or wants me to try something, a lot of times she will have my grandpa get something at the store that she knows I like and when I refuse it she will say "well, he only picked it up especially for you since we know you love it."
I can be more open with my mom and tell her that we can go out to dinner but just keep to restaurants that aren't that bad for me (maybe Applebees, I think they have some weight watchers stuff) - but she will inevitibly get me a starbucks card or some godiva chocolates or something else as a present. It just seems like everytime I turn around somebody is pushing food at me.
Obviously my weight is my own issue and I take full responsibility for it, it isn't like I got to where I am today because of birthday parties alone. I just wish I had an inkling of support and understanding from these people that supposedly love me the most.
The thing is though, I am very overweight. I have probably 50 pounds to lose, and that would even put me over the ideal mark but at least I'd be at a size 12 or 14 there. I'd be okay with that. It seems like every time I try to lose weight, my family sabotages my efforts. I'm going to call my grandma today and tell her that I'd prefer that she not make a cake for me, I know she will totally guilt trip me. When I tell her that I am trying to get healthy and lose weight she contradicts me and then gives me the cold shoulder. I used to go over to her house once or twice a week, but I have really cut back my visits because every time I go over there she has made lunch (even if I have already eaten) or wants me to try something, a lot of times she will have my grandpa get something at the store that she knows I like and when I refuse it she will say "well, he only picked it up especially for you since we know you love it."
I can be more open with my mom and tell her that we can go out to dinner but just keep to restaurants that aren't that bad for me (maybe Applebees, I think they have some weight watchers stuff) - but she will inevitibly get me a starbucks card or some godiva chocolates or something else as a present. It just seems like everytime I turn around somebody is pushing food at me.
Obviously my weight is my own issue and I take full responsibility for it, it isn't like I got to where I am today because of birthday parties alone. I just wish I had an inkling of support and understanding from these people that supposedly love me the most.


My sister weighs almost 400lbs, she made her two cakes last year, and had her take both home with her. My sister is single with no kids! I just don't understand why she can't be more supportive and feels like she needs to feed all of our bad habits/addictions.

Just do what you need to do and don't stress
). I know, why don't you tell them your favorite cake, but make it a type that you really hate--that way when you bring it home you won't eat it.
My DH bought me a cake for my birthday last week and it was really pretty bad. That was good and bad--at least I wasn't tempted to eat much of it.