My mother and I didn't get along well when I was growing up, but as she was morbidly obese most of the time, she was sensitive (in her way) to not shaming us (I was always on the sturdy to plump side; my sister was overweight from infancy and heavier than me) - she tried to help us not get fat(ter), to no avail.
Fast forward to her living with me when I had two kids - my daughter was a pre-teen - and she had not just accepted her MOness, but embraced it. I was trying to get my daughter through puberty without the weight gain I had experienced, by careful cooking and grocery choices. And I found out my mother was buying chips for my daughter behind my back, and telling her to hide them from me under her bed. My daughter gained 30 lbs (and 8" in height) during the 18 months mom lived with us. I will never forgive her for that.
My daughter is now about 50-60 lbs overweight (5'1"), just got married, will be 35 this year, and has reproductive issues due to stage 4 endometriosis. She has embryos on ice (with her husband), but needs to have surgery to remove about a dozen fibroids, plus an umbilical hernia, and has chronic knee issues which may need surgery. And guess what the doctors are telling her she needs to do first? If my mother were not already becoming so demented there's no point in trying to talk with her about it, I'd be giving her an earful.
At least we know what she can do to fix it, once it gets worse after pregnancy (assuming that ever is possible).
Fast forward to her living with me when I had two kids - my daughter was a pre-teen - and she had not just accepted her MOness, but embraced it. I was trying to get my daughter through puberty without the weight gain I had experienced, by careful cooking and grocery choices. And I found out my mother was buying chips for my daughter behind my back, and telling her to hide them from me under her bed. My daughter gained 30 lbs (and 8" in height) during the 18 months mom lived with us. I will never forgive her for that.
My daughter is now about 50-60 lbs overweight (5'1"), just got married, will be 35 this year, and has reproductive issues due to stage 4 endometriosis. She has embryos on ice (with her husband), but needs to have surgery to remove about a dozen fibroids, plus an umbilical hernia, and has chronic knee issues which may need surgery. And guess what the doctors are telling her she needs to do first? If my mother were not already becoming so demented there's no point in trying to talk with her about it, I'd be giving her an earful.
At least we know what she can do to fix it, once it gets worse after pregnancy (assuming that ever is possible).