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My grandma was about 5 feet tall, and about that wide, too.
My mom was over 300 lbs when she had me, at 5’4″.
My dad was overweight before he died.
Was I destined for fatness?
This is a common idea borne of the human love for patterns. We love drawing connections to things that may or may not actually connect.
It gets worse when we grow up with it. It wasn’t just a pattern we drew; it was probably one of the earliest. Everybody has been fat in your family *their whole lives*, so you being overweight doesn’t break the mold. It’s normal!
Well, no. It really isn’t. I’m sure there is a name for the concept, but the problem is this: Your family has not had good, proper eating habits, and those bad habits have been given to you, your siblings, cousins, etc. It has become a generational disease!
Does that make your family bad? Hell no. Bad habits don’t make a bad person; they’re a person who can fix those habits. That makes *you* a person who can fix *your* habits.
The best part? That means your family isn’t doomed! However…
My mom lost weight and got down to 125 lbs; she gained it back because of emotional issues, but that’s for a different article. I’ve lost over 200 lbs and put effort into working on my baggage so that doesn’t happen.
My grandmother was a nightmare of a human being. To avoid ranting, I’ll end that there.
The moral? I couldn’t fix them, *and it isn’t my job to*, the same way it isn’t your job to fix your family. But you can fix *you*. That is your superpower.
There is a healthier you screaming for help; that’s why you’re here. What are you gonna do, Superman?