Basically, I was downstairs making my breakfast, as I typically do. My mother and sister were discussing something unimportant and asinine, as was ALSO typical for one's mornings—when, suddenly, my mother demanded that I and my sister weigh ourselves on the scale that she had in the pantry.
Considering that I literally just wanted to get my food and leave, I agreed and just decided to get it over with. My sister went first and weighed at roughly 157 pounds (71.214 kg) at 5'1". Apparently gauging from what my mother said, my sister has been gaining considerable weight, and that's not surprising considering she's a fat pig who can't stop herself from eating everything. For example, one had bought a massive bag of Doritos to have over a few days with some Mountain Dew one also bought. As I went to open it the next day, however, I found it ALREADY OPENED along with EIGHTY-PERCENT OF ITS CONTENTS MISSING.
I and my sister are the only ones who would eat Doritos, so it was immediately evident who took my chips. Regardless, I just sighed and decided not to make an issue of it considering I knew that it would lead nowhere and I didn't want to interact with my sister anyway.
I digress, my mother then asked me to weigh myself, too, and I obliged. My mother was shocked after I got on and she realized that I had actually been losing weight. For context, she had literally just been teasing and insisting that I've been getting fatter and that I eat too much of everyone's stuff (a blatant fable, it's my sister who does that), and no matter how many times I told her that she's wrong, she never listens and I have to hear the same thing every single day.
In reality, I maintain a fairly consistent calorie deficit of ~1,200 or so—although I do sometimes have more—and I walk for 2 hours on the treadmill every single morning. Admittedly, there is no way my mother would know about the treadmill thing considering I purposefully hide my activity from my family... but the point still stands. I'm not even fat nor am I chubby, at most I have a very minor gut that I'm slowly getting rid of anyway, so I literally have zero clue where she was coming from.
Anyway, my sister looked super shocked to see that I had lost considerable weight, and I had to do everything in my power to not mock her for being a piggy right then and there. Still, though, I knew that it would lead nowhere and I just chose to let it go and walked back upstairs with my food feeling sly, listening to my sister lament about how she's fat and can't stop being fat. How humorous!
Considering that I literally just wanted to get my food and leave, I agreed and just decided to get it over with. My sister went first and weighed at roughly 157 pounds (71.214 kg) at 5'1". Apparently gauging from what my mother said, my sister has been gaining considerable weight, and that's not surprising considering she's a fat pig who can't stop herself from eating everything. For example, one had bought a massive bag of Doritos to have over a few days with some Mountain Dew one also bought. As I went to open it the next day, however, I found it ALREADY OPENED along with EIGHTY-PERCENT OF ITS CONTENTS MISSING.
I and my sister are the only ones who would eat Doritos, so it was immediately evident who took my chips. Regardless, I just sighed and decided not to make an issue of it considering I knew that it would lead nowhere and I didn't want to interact with my sister anyway.
I digress, my mother then asked me to weigh myself, too, and I obliged. My mother was shocked after I got on and she realized that I had actually been losing weight. For context, she had literally just been teasing and insisting that I've been getting fatter and that I eat too much of everyone's stuff (a blatant fable, it's my sister who does that), and no matter how many times I told her that she's wrong, she never listens and I have to hear the same thing every single day.
In reality, I maintain a fairly consistent calorie deficit of ~1,200 or so—although I do sometimes have more—and I walk for 2 hours on the treadmill every single morning. Admittedly, there is no way my mother would know about the treadmill thing considering I purposefully hide my activity from my family... but the point still stands. I'm not even fat nor am I chubby, at most I have a very minor gut that I'm slowly getting rid of anyway, so I literally have zero clue where she was coming from.
Anyway, my sister looked super shocked to see that I had lost considerable weight, and I had to do everything in my power to not mock her for being a piggy right then and there. Still, though, I knew that it would lead nowhere and I just chose to let it go and walked back upstairs with my food feeling sly, listening to my sister lament about how she's fat and can't stop being fat. How humorous!
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