For the last few weeks, my husband has been suddenly cracking fat jokes. Last week, for example, we were talking about nicknames, and one of his nicknames for me – Angel. He then made some comment about this angel (me) being too fat to fly.

Tonight I asked him about how to raise the height on his desk chair. He cracked something about it not going up with my ass in it.

I’m not hurt by these comments… yet. But will I be? Is this suppressed ew-you’re-such-a-fatass rage coming through, after being held in check after all these years? Has anyone else had a significant other or family member who kind of let go of their self-restraint once they found out that you were having weight loss surgery?

Currently, my BMI is 49.9. Scary.

I remember being fourteen or fifteen, and during some of the typical teen squabbles I had with my mom, she would taunt me with, “You keep going like you are, and you’ll be over 300 lbs., fat ass!”

Said from the woman who was my mother and raised me with a lot of the poor eating habits it took me years to break away from.

Also said by the woman who, weight wise, is not far behind me. Thirty pounds, max.