Ugh, my mother is the same way. She criticises everything I put in my mouth. This summer, when they helped us move out here, I was on this big kick of eating wrap sandwiches on whole-wheat tortillas. (and I don't like whole-wheat ANYTHING, so this was a big deal--they have like, an entire day's worth of fiber in them and are very satisfying.) She had an absolute fit over something else, I don't remember whether it was carbs or calories or what, and had a fit that I put a little ranch dressing on the sandwich. "I can't believe you're eating that, do you know how much ____ it has in it?" NO I DON'T KNOW OR CARE OKAY. JUST STOP.

Mothers. -_-