Ughughugh it finally happened…
I was visiting my parents this weekend for their anniversary. I took a shower Sunday morning and on the way to my room my Mom walked by and saw me in my towel.
Later at lunch she says she needs to talk to me about something. Her tone and demeanor brought back memories of my parents finding my pot and empty bottles of Beam during high school. Then those dreaded words of ignorance came out of her mouth. She said that she didn’t want me to get any bigger because its not normal.
She goes on to tell me that my arms are big enough, my chest is big enough and that if I get any bigger my neck will be too thick and my head will look tiny from a distance. She tells me that if i get any bigger girls will think I look silly and I’ll never find a wife! HA!
I don’t even consider myself to be “big.” I weigh 215 and looking at me, it’s blatantly obvious that I work out. Alot. Recently I’ve noticed that unless I go out with my lifting buddies, I’m one of the most muscular people in whatever room I’m in. And no, I do not think I’m tough.
I think I still have a long way to go, and since I spend a considerable amount of time in the gym I’ve had plenty of exposure to guys that dwarf me in size in strength. I guess to a person who has never stepped foot into a gym, I look much bigger than the general public, so I somewhat understand where she was coming from,
So anyways she is telling me all of these things and I’m doing all I can to not laugh out loud. I just smile, nod, and say “ok, sure mom, anything you want.” My Dad starts cracking up laughing because he knows full well that I have no intention of reducing my exercise and nutrition regiment.
I was getting ready to tell her that I’m not big, that she has no concept of what big truly is, that muscular guys pull boatloads of tail and that being in great shape will actually help me pick out a better mate than the average man could, that this is my hobby and i love it, that being muscular and fit is an extremely healthy way to live and that I don’t give a flying fuck what she thinks about my size and that I will do what I please because I’m a grown man.
I decided all of these arguments would just make her head explode and that giving her the false sense of triumph would be an extra anniversary present.
So who else has had someone ask them “Please don’t get any bigger”? How did you handle it? I know that there must be others here that have had to deal with this situation too and would like to hear the silly arguments others made about “getting too big.”