If I had enough hair, she would hold it for me.

So, my sister and I have this tenuous relationship.  She is the one who raised me when my mother died; therefore, we are more like mother/daughter than sisters.  Anyway, the week before my trip to Kansas, she and I met for lunch as we often do.  She usually calls me and says, I’m going to be in town and thought we could have lunch.  I have never liked eating with her because she always critiques my eating habits.  When I was teen she would say, I don’t think you need to eat that chocolate, remember, you’re getting pictures next week and you don’t want any pimples.  Then, when I was pregnant, it was, do you think you need to eat that much.  Remember, you probably won’t lose the baby fat.  I did, in fact, lose the baby fat. LOL.  Then when I gained so much weight after the car crash, she monitored every single morsel that went into my mouth.  For those of you from a long time back, you might remember how I said she would tell me no cake until she found out I was trying to lose weight, then she would send the left over home with me.  Anyway, since I’ve lost all this weight, she is constantly telling me that I am way too thin and need to gain some weight and that I should really eat.  I am not too thin and according to my BMI, I am not in any danger.  So, we’re at the restaurant, and I order a baked potato and salad and she adds, I’m paying so give her a steak.  Now, here’s the thing.  I really have issues with meat.  I cannot hold it down, it makes me ill, and I am morally re-thinking the eating of warm blooded animals.  In fact, if they have a face, I think it’s wrong to eat them.  Plus, I am diametrically opposed to the way we treat our farm raised animals.  So, I do have problems with meat.  But, she orders a steak and I am sitting there eating my salad and she is telling me to put cheese on it and I am like no and then she wants me to put butter on my potato and I’m like no; then, the steak gets on the table and I am cutting it and moving it around so that I can put a piece or two on my small plate and she is telling me that I need to stop all the diet strategies, that I look like a prisoner of war, and that I am going to die and the other sisters and her are thinking that I’ve taken this thing way too far and how can I keep doing this to myself.  So, I eat a bite of steak and chew and chew and chew and am thinking about the poor cow.  Then I eat another and another and after I eat about three ounces of meat, we decide to get in her car and go shopping, and I am walking with her and all of a sudden I feel it coming and I’m like oh **** and she says what and I say I have to go to the bathroom and she follows me past the hostess, past the grill, past the people sitting by the faux fire, and into the bathroom and there it is, my steak and my potato, and my  salad, floating around in the toilet and down the side of the toilet and she is behind me holding me up and I’m saying, oh **** as the food splatters into the bowl.  She wipes my face with a paper towel and says I’m sorry.  I say, it’s okay.  And she holds my hand as we head back to her car for a little shopping.  Today, my sister calls and says, I want to go with you to the doctor, I say, why and she says, I’m worried. 

My sister raised me too since my mom worked and never seemed to have time.  So I empathize.  My sister's daughter had a bypass while I had a lap-band.  I am so tired of hearing how  I should have lost more  weight cause Cindi had, etc.  
   Your sister is just being a nervous Nelly mommie.  Get some backbone and when out to lunch, tell the waitress NO, you do not want a steak, then give your sister a look like "don't you dare".   I had never really bucked my sister (and I am 69****il after this surgery.  Now I will buck the devil himself.

Bette M

With my sister, I pick my battles, or there would be battles all the time.  Food issues are not something I'll fight her over, so I just let her go wild with the comments and the trying to force feed me. LOL  I know she means well, but I still get tired of it.  There are times, however, that I will tell her to back off and she usually does.

Jeannie,
What are you going to do?
Oh, my stomach was hurting reading your post....I had steak Saturday and did the same...
Maybe she should go to the Dr. with you so the doc can tell her you are doing great.
How much older is your sister than you?
Thinking of you...
Cheryl

I am 54 and she just turned 70.  My sister needed me to be dependent upon her and now that I'm not, she just cannot give up that control. 

I don't know what it is about steak, but it kills me.  Of all the meat sources, steak and chicken just makes me so sick.