My Journey To Be Thin

I have succeeded in making both of my parents angry.  You see, my children and I live with them because someone was nice enough to burn our house down last year.  I am having problems with the insurance company because it was arson, and the case is still open.  Anyway, I give my mom a little over $700 a month to buy food for all of us.  Well, for the past two weeks, I have been asking her to make healthier food choices for my children.  She loves to buy soda, chips, popcorn, sugary cereals, candy, frozen pasta dinners such as mac and cheese and alfredo dishes (which have more calories, fat, and carbs than a child should have all day), and all around unhealthy foods in general.  I know that I give her more than enough money to buy good things.  But she says that she buys those things because that is what the kids will eat.  To tell you the truth, my children would much rather have a piece of grilled fish than Spaghetti-O's.  They like salads.  They love lean steak.  They like raw vegetables.  I just don't get it.  I think that the only reason she buys that stuff is because when I'm not here, she and my dad don't want to take the time to actually prepare something.  They just want to throw it in the microwave.  It is just making me so mad.  Today, I kind of had all I could take.  Mom went to the grocery store yesterday, and bought a car load of unhealthy foods, while totally ignoring the grocery list that I gave her.  So, I just told her that I will no longer be giving her any money.  She can make a list of the things that she wants, and I will be happy to pick them up as long as they are not unhealthy foods for my children.  Needless to say, all hell has broken loose.  I really need to graduate college so that I can buy a new house for us.  I don't want my kids to live here any longer.  My ten-year-old son is already a little overweight.  He is headed down the exact same path that I took.  I don't want him to be a hundred pounds overweight like I am.  I don't want him to have the childhood that I had.  All of my life, people have been picking on me because of my weight.  It actually stopped for the most part when I became an adult, but the damage has been done.  I don't want that for him.  He needs more than that.  And if I keep him in this house, he's going to have the same kind of life that I have had.