Last night, I called my folks for my daily dose of them.
During the phone conversation, my mother asked how my weight loss was going. I told her I was down another pound this week.
To that, my father replied on the extension: Don't go crazy with the dieting, ok? If you lose that's fine. If you don't that's okay too. I don't want you to get obsessed.
I assured my dear ole dad that I wasn't obsessed and that I was eating healthy and that I felt great.
He continued: I just saw on the news that in Spain, they rejected models for being too skinny. They said the girls had that disease... what's it called again?
I replied: Anorexia?
He said: Yes! That's it. Anorexia. Don't get it, okay?
Here's the breakdown:
One month membership at Weight Watchers: $39.99
One Diet Coke to go with salad at lunch: $1.29
Dad asking me - no, begging me - not to become anorexic: Priceless
4 comments:
LOL - that is a crack up! You Dad sounds like he loves you a lot.
I LOVE IT!
Some of those models are bulimic too. is it ok to go that route? heh. but yes, your father is right - don't get anorexic. we all saw the tracey gold storey. and karen carpenter. you'll just look like you have a really big head, and that won't be cool, cause youknowwho also has a really big head.
speaking of heads, mine hurts.
George - My Dad is awesome. He's even more awesome when he's not obsessing about something.
FFG - It's great, isn't it? I bet today, he's forgotten how to say 'anorexia'.
ACB - You know my Pops. He's a lunatic. But lovable. And what a dancer! Send me the convo about youknowwho, so I can post it tomorrow for a laugh or two.
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