Paula Light is the lovely hostess for The Monday Peeve, where I get to do the thing I cannot do in real life – air my inner most complaints.
Is it weird I don’t have any major peeves this week? But since I have to listen to my mom complain day and night, I thought I’d share one of her current peeve.
I’m so fat, why can’t I lose weight?
She would often pinches the fat from her stomach and show me of the lump of skin that’s apparently been there for 30+ years, ever since she had to had C-section to get me out. “China wasn’t all that developed at the time,” she would tell that story to anyone who listened, “those SOBs barely numbed my stomach before they cut me open to get you out. I was still awake, and then they did a horrible job of sewing my stomach shut.”
She got down to 92-pounds back in December and now, she’s 97-pounds. Picture this, a 5-foot female weighing 97 pounds. That’s not fat, do you agree?
Yesterday, we were at Costco (a warehouse superstore) and after checking out and about to leave, she said, “can you go check how much is the cinnamon rolls?”
By “cinnamon rolls,” she meant “cinnamon pills,” the kind people take to lower their blood glucose. She used to make me take them but it did nothing for my weight. She took a combination of the cinnamon pills and water soluble back in December and it was how she went down to 92 pounds. After getting down to 92 pounds, she panicked and worried about having pancreatic cancer because that was what killed her mother and it all began with a somewhat drastic weight-loss.
It turned out, it was SAD (seasonal affective disorder) and her stress and anxiety of whether to sell her house that triggered the weight-loss. In March, as spring began to come and she sold her house, she began gaining weight again, slowly and steadily until now.
She kept asking me what to do and how she could lose weight to get back to 92 pounds. I wouldn’t know. I tried every avenue of weight-loss and failed. Now I’ve just given up and just try to keep my weight below the overweight line. Life is too short to worry about one’s weight. The body knows itself and it will always balance itself out, just like nature.

That sounds super dangerous!
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