Paul had the best advice ever--Grow the balls. . . I love my parents and I feel honored that I still have them, but there is this strange dynamic between parents and their children--deep down they want to keep you around the house with them forever. Consiously or subconsiously, some of them will do whatever it takes--fatten you up, sabotage your relationships, give bad career advice, etc.
I can still remember my mother yelling at this pudgy, prepubescent boy because I wouldn't eat a second enormous plate of spaghetti covered in greasy red sauce. I was too smart for them, but they got my brother who is 11 years younger--he weighs well north of 300 pounds now. They had him around through most of his 30s and 40s, but he actually met a great woman who would put up with all of this. Naturally, my parents went after her with guns blazing and (for a while) put a stop to it. It took a lot of somber talk on my part to get him to see what was happening. Now they live together and they are raising his son and her daughter between them.
I also recall the struggle between a friend and her Hungarian (think goulash) mother. Her mother always plated her food with enormous helpings--my friend wasn't allowed to make up a plate for herself even though she was grown and holding down a job. Every night, this friend would have to stand up from the table before she took a single bite, walk around to the stove and put half of everything back in the pot!
Listen to Paul--Grow the balls. . .