I must add, that to my mother, pushing food was considered love.  We laugh about the times she would come behind us at the dinner table, ask if we wanted more mashed potatoes, and when we said no, giving us a big scoop anyway.  She was also the one who convinced my brother, who had RNY, that he needed to gain some weight (well before he hit even the top end of a normal BMI).

Hence the reason why I try not to be considered rude when I reply.  It's a rare few that will push food on you because they wish you evil.  Some do it because it's their version of loving you, and others do it because they just aren't as educated about food as you are.

He had a great successful life.  He made people laugh and cry.  He was happy and fulfilled.  Many people loved him.

We should all be so lucky.

Besides, no one gets out alive.

I have a funny story (at least I think its funny) that kind of relates to your story. My older brother is a nut and he decided that the one thing missing from his life was a gun. So about a month ago he bought some fancy Russian AK-47 looking gun. He was so excited when it arrived that he called me to tell me the good news. My response "If I don't get another opportunity to say it, I love you!" Now every time he calls me to tell me about the wonderful day he had at the gun range or anything gun related, my only reply is "I love you, you fricken moron".

Yesterday, I reached my low goal weight, again and as I reward I went to get a pair of shoes that I had been salivating over for months.  When I finally made it to my local store, I found out that this shoe had sold out in my size.  I looked on line, but can't find it anywhere.  It got me thinking about all the other times in life when we wait too long.

Not to get to morbid, but my father died suddenly one Sunday morning as the family was gathered to have Sunday brunch.  There was no warning.  My son was only three weeks old and I was absolutely devastated.  The one thing that kept me even a bit sane was the fact that we had just told each other how much we loved each other in a phone conversation the night before.  I am so glad I hadn't waited.

Since then, whenever someone I love, my kids, my husband or even a good friend leaves, I always tell them that I love them.  My 13 year old daughter rolls her eyes at me every time I say it, but the other day, I was in a huge hurry to get out the door in the morning, and I forgot.  She made it all the way to the curb, turned around and ran back to me and knocked on the car window.  When I rolled it down, she said, " You forgot to tell me, I looked at her blankly, and she said, you forgot to tell me you love me.".  I teared up just a bit. 

If you want something, don't wait to long, go get it or share your feelings or lay your claim or whatever is appropriate.  Did you ever wait to long for something only to miss an opportunity? Or the other way around, did you learn not to wait and because of this got something you really wanted?  Carpe diem is a great saying-- seize the day indeed.

I have many of these in my family and I have had to come with a "rule" form myself around this issue.  I say no to all food that is offered me.  I say this even if the food is appropriate or is offered at the right time.  What I have found, is that for me, the control of what I eat, when I eat it and how much I eat has to remain completely with me.  I am just not strong enough to make choices that I can live with later in "the moment".  A blanket rule, where I always say something polite but turn the food down works better for me.  If I want the food, it will still be available in a few moments and I can have that time to stop, think about it and make a conscious choice.  Now I just have to learn to do this with really good wine...:)