I would like to share "The best of grandma". (Nobody can sabotage you, if you don't let them)

You are not going to lose a lot, right?
We will see, grandma.
I am not worried, you never do.

I was really skinny and hot when I was your age.
Well, you are fat now, grandma.
This is baby weight.
The last time you gave birth was 50 years ago.

Do you eat apples?
Sure, sometimes.
Great, I made an apple cake.

My girl friends all asked how's it going, the diet thing?
Why would they ask that?
Because I told them about it.

Your hair is so thin.
I know grandma, it will get better soon.
"The bald" is not so visible if you put it in a bun.

How much do you weight now?
No.
You lost so much weight, are you 120 pounds already?
No.
125?
NO.
130?
...

You haven't had so many pimples since high school.
Do I look younger, then?
No, it looks bad.

I was worried you were pregnant, but you were only fat.

Do you think your boyfriend will still like you after you lose weight?
What kind of question is that?
Important one.

I made a carrot cake. Do you want a slice?
You know I do not eat that, grandma.
But carrot is a vegetable, and healthy. Who have I made it for then?

Do you want some mayo?
No, and we don't even have it, I did not buy any. Since you said it's not healthy, I made a pound of nice homemade mayo. It is in the fridge.

I know you eat nothing, so I cooked some cabbage for you.
Aww grandma.
With pork skin and bacon.

People are complaining about the treadmill noise, you know.
What? No way they are close enough to hear it. And nobody even knows about the treadmill.
They do, I told them.

Your face looks slimmer, you have jawline.
Oh, thanks grandma.
Yes, you look like your brother now.

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