Of course, one can't live in any first world country and not be affected by weight somehow, be it too much or too little, and the pressure to look fit. And yes there is an obesity epidemic, and food that makes you gain 5 pounds just by buying it is delicious and everywhere. Most all of us struggle one way or another with it. Lord knows I have.
I'd always thought older age meant not worrying so much about appearances and looks. Still caring, yes, but not as much primping, wondering what to wear, and fussing on looks as one did in their 20s. Being older, wiser and knowing what is worth stressing over and what isn't. Yet I've seen many posts here about their elderly moms still mentioning weight or being VERY proud they didn't gain in old age, like they've won a prize.
(I should clarify now that this is excluding those who have dementia, Alzheimer's and other elder mental issues that cause foregoing of hygiene or abnormal eating patterns.)
My grandmother harped on weight well into her 90s. Told her daughters they were too fat (they weren't, and both have body image problems still, my mom included). She told me in front of the whole family at Thanksgiving that I ought to go to Jenny Craig, yet she was bigger than I was, and I was maybe a size 12 at 5'8". I was in my teens and that really hurt. She was always trying this diet or that diet. After she died and we were cleaning out her house, we found all kinds of diets she'd clipped from the paper or scribbled on a notepad and kept.
My MIL is also weight-obsessed. She is 80, short, and has never been thin-- thinner when she was younger, yes, but isn't that true for most of us? We cannot get through any meal together without her mentioning weight. She'll eat a salad beforehand and make sure to tell us "Oh, I'm already getting full! I don't even need an entree!" (She eats the entree anyway.) Always mentions how she's going to 'lose this weight!'. Honey, you're 80. If you were going to lose it you would have by now!
My MIL has always made little references to my weight. When she flat out said to me "We could go shopping for clothes together if you'd just lose a little weight!"... yeah. I looked straight at her and flatly said "Yeah. I sure am fat, aren't I?". She said nothing, just looked at me confused, like how on Earth I could possibly be offended by that, and walked away. I then told my husband, who told his mother to never, ever make a comment on my body again.
Is it a generational thing? I'm curious!