My “health-conscious” sister Jessica dumped all the food from my fridge in the trash, telling me I needed to start eating healthy and lose weight. How could she even do that? The very next day, I got back at her and let her know that she couldn’t just decide how I live my life.
Hey everyone! Kylie here, just your regular girl next door. Last week, my sister Jessica came to stay with us from out of state. Before I spill the beans on what happened, let me tell you a bit about myself…
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I love food, and I don’t restrict myself or my taste buds. Some of you food lovers can probably relate.
I’m a bit on the chubby side, but I’m active, married to my amazing husband Karl, and work a regular 9-5 job. Who said chubby people aren’t healthy?!
Now, here’s where the real problem began. Jessica is a self-proclaimed health guru and fitness freak. She’s always commenting on how unhealthy things are and how little people know about looking after their bodies.
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Meanwhile, I enjoy my snacks and comfort foods without any guilt. Even my husband joins me when I decide to go grab us a burger or a pizza from time to time.
But with my fitness freak sister staying over, you can imagine the stress she put me through. Not only did she fat-shame me, but she did something I could never have imagined.
So, here’s what happened: Jessica arrived that evening, and we hugged each other, the typical long-time-no-see kind of hug.
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“So, Jess, how was your flight?” I asked, trying to keep things light as we sat down in the living room.
“It was good… but I’m so damn tired,” she said. “Only a mixed berry smoothie can pump me up!” She then walked straight into my kitchen.
Jessica opened the fridge, only to see it stocked with colorful snacks and the counter adorned with an assortment of cookie jars and potato chips.
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The health guru in her couldn’t resist. “Kylie, what is all this GARBAGE?” she asked, pulling out a bag of chips. “OMG, just look at the amount of calories! You really need to start eating cleaner and healthier.”
I forced a smile, knowing this was just the beginning.
“So, what kind of health tips do you have for me this time?” I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
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“Well, for starters, you could replace those chips with some kale chips. They’re just as crunchy and way healthier,” Jessica suggested, her eyes scanning my snack stash with disapproval.
“Kale chips? Really, Jess?” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “I think I’ll stick with my Doritos, thanks.”
“You’ll thank me later,” she said, shaking her head. “Your body will, at least.”
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I brushed it off with a smug smile. “We all have different lifestyles, right?” I asked her.
Jessica snapped back, “You need to watch your weight. It’s not good for your health.”
Laughing it off, though kind of upset, I grabbed a cookie. “We all have different lifestyles, Jess. I like my comfort foods, and I’m healthy. Look at me!”
“Yeah, I’m looking at you, Kyl. That’s why I’m telling you, you need to watch what goes into your stomach. You’re getting fatter, and you need to stop eating trash or you’ll blow up like a balloon,” she mocked.
I didn’t want to argue, so I just nodded, thinking she’d stop. But oh boy, I was so wrong.
The next day, I came home from work to find my fridge COMPLETELY EMPTY. All my groceries, snacks, and leftovers were GONE. Instead, it was stocked with her bottled juices, chia seeds, berries, vitamins, and other so-called “superfoods.”
“Jess, what happened to all my food?” I asked, my voice trembling with shock.
“Ta-da! In the trash can outside, honey! Much better, right? Now you have healthy options!” she said, smiling proudly with a juice in hand, pointing to my fridge.
My sister had thrown away about $1000 worth of my food. Can you believe that? Who goes into someone’s house, even if it’s your sister’s, and throws away their food like that?
Gosh, her audacity got on my nerves.
“Healthy options? Jess, you threw away a thousand dollars’ worth of my groceries!” I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Think of it as an investment in your health,” she replied, completely unfazed. “In the long run, you’ll save on medical bills.”
“An investment? Without my consent? You can’t just waltz in and decide what’s best for me,” I shot back, my hands trembling with anger.
“Kylie, darling, I’m just trying to help. You’ll see, it’s for your own good,” Jessica said, taking a sip of her juice, looking annoyingly serene.
I was FURIOUS. But instead of exploding further, I decided to play it cool and plot my revenge on my sister, who thinks she can get away with deciding my life choices for me.
I survived on soy milk that night. Can you believe that? Thursday evenings were burger nights in front of the TV.
Now, I could only imagine the juicy burgers and wish I had one in my hands instead of her bland alternatives, thanks to my sister. I couldn’t even order takeaway because she’d start lecturing me again.
Late at night, I was sitting on my bed, surrounded by cozy pillows, determined to teach my sister an unforgettable lesson not to mess with someone’s life choices.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge. “Why does she always have to be such a control freak?” I muttered under my breath.
“Kylie, you can do this. You need to show her that she can’t just come into your home and change your life,” I whispered, feeling more determined by the minute.
Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of burgers and the sweet taste of victory.
I woke up very early the next morning and, to my luck, Jessica had gone out somewhere, probably on one of her morning jogs. So, I went on a little mission.
I packed up all her precious health foods from the fridge and kitchen counters, which probably cost even more than what she threw out.
Tossing these food bags into my car trunk, I then drove to a local church that runs a food program.
The volunteers were thrilled. “Thank you so much! This will help many people,” a volunteer said gratefully as I handed over the bags.
“Glad I could help,” I replied, smiling.
I was so satisfied knowing my sister’s pricey superfoods would go to someone in need.
With a triumphant grin, as though I’d climbed the peak of Mt. Everest, I then hurried to a supermarket. The next thing I knew, my car trunk was loaded with all my precious, beloved snacks.
As I drove back home, I felt a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. “Let’s see how you like it when your stuff gets tossed out,” I said to myself, a sly grin spreading across my face.
When I got back home, I saw Jessica wasn’t home yet. So the first thing I did after loading my snacks into the fridge was install a lock on it.
Yes, you heard that right. A lock. Not just any lock, a padlock!
I had taken the day off, so I sat on the couch, fidgeting with my phone when I saw Jessica coming in, fresh from her morning jog, panting and wiping off her sweaty face.
The first thing she did was head to the fridge to get her precious mixed berry smoothie while I giggled, waiting for the fun to unleash.
As she approached the fridge, I could barely contain my excitement. “This is going to be epic!” I thought.
As Jessica reached for the fridge handle, the confusion on her face was priceless. “What the…?” she muttered, tugging at the lock.
“Oh, this is so much fun!” I whispered to myself, watching her struggle.
Within moments, I heard Jessica yell from the kitchen, “WHAT THE HELL?? Why is there a lock on the fridge?”
With a cunning smile, I walked into the kitchen and found her tugging at the locked fridge door. I felt like exploding into laughter, but I forced myself to control it.
“Oh, honey, I donated your food to the church. Figured it would do some good there. And the lock? Well, that’s to prevent any more unauthorized clean-ups!” I said calmly, arms crossed.
I could literally picture fumes coming out of Jessica’s nostrils. She was livid.
“You did WHAT? You had NO RIGHT to touch my stuff!” she screamed, her face turning red.
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you. You threw away a thousand dollars worth of my groceries without asking,” I retorted, enjoying the look of shock on her face.
“That’s completely different, Kylie! I was helping you!” she protested.
“Help? By throwing away my food? That’s not help, Jess. That’s just plain disrespect,” I shot back.
Jessica was so mad I swore she would start whistling like a kettle. She stormed around the house, fuming and muttering to herself. But there was nothing she could do.
A few days later, she packed her bags, telling me she didn’t want to stay a minute more in this house with someone as HORRIBLE as me. Horrible? Me? Really?
She even called me a few swear words on her way out, but I didn’t care.
“Jess, you need to understand that you can’t control everyone’s life. You crossed a line,” I said, watching her storm to the cab.
“You’ll regret this, Kylie. Mark my words,” she spat, grabbing her suitcase and heading for the car door.
“I doubt it,” I replied, feeling a strange sense of sadness and relief as she slammed the door behind her.
A week after Jessica left, I called Karl, who was on his business trip, and told him what happened. We shared a good laugh, and what’s more? My kitchen was back to its usual state, with snacks and comfort foods neatly stored.
The lock remained on the fridge with my precious snacks secure, just in case my little sis decided to change her mind someday and visit again.
I’m not sure if Jessica would ever get over this and come back, but I’ve decided one thing for sure, I won’t let anyone, even if it’s my sister, decide my lifestyle for me or meddle with my rights.
You see, sometimes you just have to fight fire with fire. Or in this case, with a padlock! If you’ve ever had such an experience where you were told not to eat what you love and were judged by what you eat, feel free to share it.