But she insisted. "No, no, no. You need to eat this. It's good for you. You can't just survive on coffee and junk food all day." And she proceeded to spoon-feed me the cottage cheese like I was a toddler.
We had a good talk, and I think we're starting to find that balance. She's still my Gym Mommy, and I love her for it. But I'm glad we're working on me becoming a healthier, more independent adult - in her eyes, at least.
She looked at me, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of understanding. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I just want what's best for you. I guess I haven't realized how much I've been treating you like a kid."