My dad is pretty constant with bitching me out if I don’t “eat what the family is eating!” What the family eats is usually rice, beans, yogurt, and flatbread for dinner. Indian food is a low carb dieter’s nightmare.
He and my mother bitch me out when they see me eating more than one (Omega-3 fortified, I might add) egg yolk in a sitting. I’m bulking and usually go with a half dozen yolks in a sitting. They start going on and on about cholesterol and some other junk.
My mom thinks meat is bad for me and starts making these weird comments everytime I buy meat or eat something meaty. She especially hates it when I buy steak, since I was raised Hindu and Hindus consider the cow a holy animal. I wonder what she would think if she saw the .8 lb USDA Choice (CAB) Boneless New York Strip I had the other day, served blue rare with Gorgonzola cheese.
I told them I’m trying to gain weight and they both ripped into my goals with “If you gain weight you’ll never be able to lose it! This is stupid; don’t do it!” My dad also told me bodybuilders don’t “have anything upstairs” and are all losers. Nice 40" waist there, bub.
I’m 5’9" and just barely broke 140 lbs a few weeks ago. I started out around 135 lbs.
I try not to let them get to me. They buy my food so I guess I can’t complain too much; it’s just so discouraging.