Who else has an non-supportive friend/roommate/whatever?

Both my Dad AND my Stepmother arent supportive AT ALL. Its actually a HUGE downer for me and my achilles heel. I feel for you lady!!!!
You would think with me being 31 years old it wouldnt bother me, but IT DOES!!

YUP! But I live with my boyfriend, his mother, his two brothers (21 & 15), and our son.

So tell me why.. When I had my lapband surgery.. I asked for people to help me eat healtheir by not putting things in my face. What to they do? Order pizza, by jack in the crack... Just CRAP food. BUT when their drunk of a mother goes to the hospital with blood pressure issues and gets put on low sodium/low cholesterol diet they are ALL OVER IT. My boyfriend as well has been the only supportive person.

I feel ya! My husband and I live with his mom and both of them are even way bigger than I am. My husband keeps saying he's going to do this with me but never does. I've always caved in the past because I end up feeling very isolated - like they have each other and their food club and I'm left twisting in the wind. I've decided I'm just going to have to feel that way because I'm not giving in this time. It stinks but I have to do this for myself and that has to be a good enough reason.:happy:

That is the worst. I always try to keep the fact that I'm dieting, to myself. My boyfriend knows & is supportive. I feel like my mom wouldn't be as supportive though. I always get the "you look fine how you are" blah blah blah. Sue me for wanting to look better, right?

I live with 2 girls and a guy. The 2 girls are both thin and eat all the junk they want. The guy is fat and lazy and spends all day playing call of duty. I'll get home from the gym to see everyone else on the couch, or eat a salad for lunch while my roommate scarfs down an entire pizza from papa johns (true story!). I've also gotten *****ed at for my 1200 a day limit, even after trying to explain it. The roommate who took the into to nutrition class is *obviously* an expert haha.

My best advice would be to ignore them, and let them get jealous as your weight loss makes you a happier and more confident person. Try to surround yourself with people who are supportive. If I'm at dinner with my boyfriend and I steal a few fries he always asks (jokingly) if I'm gonna add it to my food diary. And I do, because I know those things add up. The more people you have like that in your life, the easier it's going to be to reach your goal. And if all else fails, you know you always have the support of your friends on MFP

I was in a sort of similar situation... sort of.

The lesson is that roommates tend to be royal pains no matter what unless you're in love with them.

I was living with four other girls (first mistake) who didn't diet whatsoever. We all paid for our own food. No one shared anything. And that was perfectly fine by me. I was scraping by on $20 every week for food since I was in college (and paying for it myself) and only working 30 hours a week on top of that. So basically I ate tuna sandwiches and ramen noodles. But I was walking everywhere, so I was losing a ton of weight.

All of the sudden, my roommates (who were also lazy and wouldn't move if they didn't want to and even had a deep-fat frier they all shared) invited all their boyfriends in to live with us (making the grand total: five girls, four boys, a toddler, and a dog). With all those people over and some of them without jobs, food started to get eaten that was off limits. It was also around the same time that two of the girls decided they wanted to lose weight. But the deep frier was being turned on just as often and the same foods were being bought and eaten... but faster than usual because there were four men in the house now, ones who were living there but not buying food. So what did they do?

They accused me, the girl who had just lost 35lbs, of eating all their string cheese and other fatty stuff that I could have never eaten and lost all that weight. Oh yes, this girl that never ate any of your food before is has picked up the habit of eating your food... but you don't see that this started happening as soon as you moved in four MEN??

In the end, everyone but one girl (and me) ended up getting pregnant and we were kicked out because, lo and behold, they had never gotten trash services and were hiding all of our trash in the huge closet in the garage (where I never went so I never knew about it) and they got two more dogs. The one girl who didn't get pregnant ended up going to jail for being busted with drugs after she destroyed a hotel room.

Hopefully, your situation ends better than mine did.

Personally, just eat what you want and stand up for what you are doing. You're trying to be healthy and they're shoving food in your face. If they do it again, just say you have a calorie limit and you'll eat it tomorrow and just leave it in the fridge. If it's that delicious, someone will eventually eat it if you don't.

Sorry if I come off as a bit cold... after all the crappy roommates that I endured before I was married, I get a bit peeved when on the subject.

OMG!!!! Roommates from hell!!!! I'm so sorry! I would have flipped out!

WARNING: Long and in-depth story ahead

I’ve been fat and unhappy my whole life. The unhappy part comes along with being fat, but moreover, I am a happy person. Losing weight was something I wanted since I was 15, being overweight since I can remember, through school and highschool. Fat is what everyone has known me as.

I started, being very committed with a diet plan, eating very healthy, and occasionally working out. I started to lose weight. Everyone around me saw a big difference and were proud of me and my achievements. I looked average. I wanted to lose more weight and reach my goal of not being labelled as someone who was fat. No-one in my life was pleased with this!

I got into many fights at home with my parents thinking I was getting too thin. I was not too thin, I still had a gut and thighs! My dad even went into a rage (which happened more than once), not allowing me to prepare my vegetables for dinner one night. Needless to say mum was in tears and dad threatened me to leave the house because he didn’t want me as his daughter because he was ashamed of how I looked—too skinny in his eyes. He always had a problem with all the healthy food I was eating, and even had a problem with me eating dill pickles—never mind us being Polish and always eating pickles!

What was the big deal with letting me eat what I wanted to eat, and letting them get back to all their saucey and starchy home-cooked meals? I wasn’t their little girl anymore, being 20, and could cook and take care of myself.

I always felt “looked at” when I was eating, or when anything diet or weight loss related came on TV, I felt particularly self-conscious because I felt their glances and was paranoid thinking about what they were thinking, even if I wasn’t particularly interested in it.

Every time I got a hug, from my own mother, she would also rub at my back, feeling for my bones, which made me feel like crap. She’d also ‘affectionately’ call me boney, as if it were my name. My parents would also irrationally and constantly compare me to be as skinny as my best friend, who is actually going through anorexia and bulimia and is extremely thin and tall.

I had reached my goal weight and was continuing a new, healthy lifestyle which everyone around me had a problem with. I didn’t want to eat out with friends (it’s not something that I do, to be honest), as often as they do and don’t put on weight, and apparently there’s something wrong and diet-taboo with always opting for drinking herbal tea and black coffee over milky and creamy varieties.

What was the worst of it, my parents also accused me of being anorexic, which really hurt me. As I understand it, my parents being first generation Australians they don’t quite grasp that anorexia is a mental disorder, and by insisting that I was anorexic was extremely hurtful. My mother, in tears and yelling pulled me into the living room out of my room to look at a program documentary on TV about anorexics to teach me of the dangers. I was mortified and humiliated. My best friend also thought I had a problem, and this was unbelievable to hear from someone who is anorexic and bulimic.

Three of my closest girl friends also had a problem with my new weight, ironically they didn’t ever have a problem with their weights, or were overweight the majority of their lives. It meant a lot to have support from them, and I just didn’t get it. Then it kills me when I see them having skinny cappuccinos and celery sticks… and I’m not to say anything about their new eating habits, when the aren’t fat to begin with?

Sorry for the long story, but it is a sensitive topic and I am currently wiping away tears after thinking about all that I have gone through. It’s all so frustrating and clashing with everything, and very isolating, when it doesn’t have to be. What a lack of support from everyone who is closest to you and should be most encouraging does! It is the worst experience to have to go through, especially when they don’t agree with my wishes and long-time desires as losing weight is something I’ve always wanted, and when I achieved it, no-one liked it. Needless to say, over 5 months now I’ve put on all the weight I’ve lost, for whatever reasons, and unfortunately, I put it down to lack of support from loved-ones. I am now trying to get back on track, day 4 of my diet, but what a roller coaster ride this has all been for me, and I hope I don’t go through the same stories this time around.

Well, I would say to your roommate, If i died tomorrow, I would die knowing that i did everything i could to reach my dreams/goals. And that for me is living life to the fullest. Because really, if I ever considered eating chicken a part of living life to the fullest, I would have bigger issues.

Just my 2 cents worth.

Everyone has them. My favorite are the people who will praise you for losing the weight and being healthier, and then try to rationalize you "indulging". "You're trying to figure out the calories for that? hahahaha. Just write today off!" "Go ahead, it's your birthday." "Oh these aren't bad for you. They're low-fat."