Heavier Things

My dad is a doctor. This morning when I came down to breakfast, he announced that 1 in 4 people in the UK are obese. He then proceeded to tell me about this new procedure for people with morbid obesity (something about putting a band around the entrance to your stomach, so that it's hard to get the food into your tummy and you feel full quicker). The conversation proceeded like this:

Me: [joking] Hey, maybe I should get that!
Dad: Don't be silly, it's only for people who are morbidly obese! That's having a Body-Mass Index of 30 or over. [He pauses, looking at me.] I'd estimate your BMI is probably about......28.
Me: [silence]
Dad: Yeah, I should have calculated it properly when you were at the surgery last.
Me: [Makes mental note to never visit the surgery again.]

Then later today...

(The scene is set in the family living room, where my mum is unpacking her things having returned from her overseas trip.)

Mum: [Pulling a pair of shoes from her bag] Oh, and try these on! They might be a bit small...
Me: [Trying on shoes] Yeah these are quite nice! But a bit tight.
Dad: [From the lounge where he was dozing] If you lose weight, they won't be so tight!!
Me: OMG, THEY ARE FEET FOR GOODNESS' SAKE!!
Dad: You should lose weight!

.....

Sigh.

[Edit: Hey, I just calculated my BMI, and it's 23. Hmph.]