[ SECRET POST #4761 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4761 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

AYRT—if we’re bringing relatives and family history into it, I doubt I’ll live to be old because my parents lived to be 60 (dad) and 67 (mom) and while my mother was overweight when she died, it was almost all fluid retention and she’d been malnourished for a couple of years by then. Only my dad’s parents lived past their 70s; my dad’s younger and mom’s middle brother are still alive at 67 and 73. The rest died in their 40s, 50s, and early 60s. None of them were fat, except dad’s mom who lived to 86.

My dad was literally insane about healthy eating and exercise—these days he’d be called an orthorexic and he used to hit me and scream if I ate anything that wasn’t natural/organic/unprocessed because he was a schizophrenic and he mostly fixated on what my mom and I were allowed to eat.

I’m lucky I can eat vegetables and exercise without panic attacks after having meals frisbeed into the yard and being thrown across the kitchen for not eating the mix of brown rice, sprouted legumes, sauerkraut, plain boiled beans, nutritional yeast, and spirulina that my dad ate for most every meal, being force-fed multiple adult doses of vitamins a day, being stranded in dad’s rowboat and made to row ashore before I was 10 or stranded miles from home and walking/biking home over 10 miles because cars were evil.

I wasn’t fat as a kid but I wasn’t slender, either. But I was always hungry because being force-fed super high doses of vitamins as a preteen amounted to poisoning and I threw up a lot.

Whenever I got my hands on junk food or anything that wasn’t bland brown rice/bean/steamed veggie slop I inhaled it. And it usually stayed down and I was full afterwards, which was rare at home.

Basically I’ll probably die fat because I’d rather die than restrict what/how much I eat ever again. *shrugs*

Also my dad’s remaining brother is a normal weight and has crippling arthritis, and my mom’s arthritis was getting pretty bad those last couple of years, and my mom’s normal weight mom and grandmother had type 2 diabetes, and everybody but my dad died of lots of cancer and booze, so I’m probably screwed no matter what.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry you went through all of that, anon. :(