We have dinner with my hubby's family every Friday night. It's been a tradition for them since the beginning of time. This past Friday the hubs had to work so I asked if they still wanted to have dinner with me and the kiddos. We met at their house around 6 to discuss a place to chow down at. The conversation started innocent enough, but then turned tragic.
MIL: How is Weight Watchers going?
Me: Great so far! It's pretty easy for me to stick to it. I'm loving that nothing is truly off limits, but I just have to eat in moderation.
MIL: Well, how much weight have you lost so far?
Me: I've lost a total of 15.6 pounds in 6 weeks.
MIL: Oh. I guess because you are so big that you have to really lose alot of weight before anyone can notice you lost anything. How much has your mom lost?
Me: Ummm, she has lost around 12 pounds.
MIL: The last time I saw her it looked like she had lost a bunch. She is looking really good lately.
I didn't call her out on her total lack of support or how she hurt my feelings. Instead I sat there in awe that she would really say that to my face. It's like people think that because I'm fat they have the right to point out the "obvious". What happened to the age old saying, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?