I want to get more in-depth about something I touched on the other night, specifically that Fun Sink is always trying to get me to eat desserts. I've noticed for awhile that she's always trying to pressure me into eating the desserts she makes, but I've never thought much about it or noticed that I'm the only one she pressures.
The other day, I brought up to Mr. Twinkle how annoying it is that she's always trying to get me to eat desserts, even after I decline them, and so I guess he was watching that night when the time came for dessert and she gave me the hard sell. Here's how it went down:
Fun Sink: Did you want some ice cream cake?
Me: No, thank you. I'm good for now.
Fun Sink: It's really good. There's chocolate or vanilla ice cream. Let me get you some.
Me: No, really. I'm full from dinner.
Fun Sink: Let me just get you a little piece.
Me: Thanks, maybe I'll get some in a minute.
(A few minutes later)
Fun Sink: Oh, look--E didn't eat much of her ice cream cake. Do you want this? She barely touched it. It was really good.
Me: No, thank you. I don't want any.
Fun Sink: Did you try those brownies Amanda made? They have Heath Bars in them?
Me: That sounds great. I'll get one in a minute.
Fun Sink: Let me get you one now.
(At that point I pretty much had to take a brownie as Amanda was standing right there and I didn't want to be rude, and also I just wanted Fun Sink to shut up about it).
Me (After one tiny bite, which is all I ever really want from dessert): Those are delicious.
Fun Sink: Aren't those good? Are you sure you don't want to try some ice cream cake?
Mr. Twinkle noticed the hard sell and we discussed how she never pressures him, or my father-in-law, or her mother, or my sister-in-law, or my brother-in-law, or any of the grandchildren, or any of the various aunts, uncles, or cousins, to try dessert. Mr. Twinkle pointed out that she'll make four different kinds of dessert and then judge him for actually trying all four. No, when it comes to trying to get people to eat dessert, she only pressures me. Pretty curious.
Also, Grandma-in-Law was showing pictures to A of everyone's recent trip to Connecticut, and Mr. Twinkle heard GMIL saying, "See how much weight Uncle David has lost! Doesn't he look great?" Mr. Twinkle told her flat out to stop it. She does not need to be thinking about weight or knowing what weight is or having the notion that some people might want to change theirs. She's a five-year-old girl, and we're trying not to give her an eating disorder. What is wrong with these people?
On a related note, Uncle David was the one who started this whole family nutritarian trend, and now he and Lindsey are the family standard-bearers for health and wellness. My style isn't so all-or-nothing, which is why, unlike Uncle David, I can take one bite of Amanda's Heath Bar brownie and then not eat the rest of it. It's also why most people don't get annoyed by my eating habits or even pay attention to them at all (my brother-in-law will actually show up at someone's house for a dinner party and bring his own damn salad).
Fun Sink said something to Mr. Twinkle about how he should become a vegan/nutritarian the other day...it's funny how she never gives me the hard sell on that. She also has no idea about the healthy vegan meals we eat at home, because we don't go around shoving it in everyone's face all the time and making it the single way we define ourselves. She loves comparing me side to side with my dour, boring, beige sister-in-law, and knowing that no matter what other good things I may be, I will always come out on the losing end of my SIL's size 0. And that is just mean.
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