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