Frozen Waffles and Mayo

My dad ate frozen waffles with mayo. When I say "frozen" I am not talking about the type of waffles I bought, rather the state they were in when he ate them.
I was watching Greys anatomy when he sat down next to me. I try not to look away from the screen. I'm pretty religious about the only show I watch- even if it sucks. Always when it lets me down.
But I thought I saw him eating a waffle. He was holding it in his hand, and it had some sort of white glaze on top.
So I looked.
And then I couldn't concentrate on Greys anymore. Not even with the Merideth/Derrick heartaches starting to Code blue on me.
"Are you eating a frozen waffle?" I asked my dad.
His reply:
"It's actually less calories to eat food frozen. The body has to work to bring the food down to body temperature."
"Is that mayonnaise on top?" I asked scared of his answer.
His reply:
"Um, Yes."
And so you see, this is why I have no hope. This is why family sized servings are good for one. This is why corns get re buttered and breads get slathered in mayo. This is why I write a blog where Mommy is "so not" on a diet.
I have decided that in the time It would have taken for my father to actually toast the waffle and maybe reach a little deeper in the fridge and take out a tub of margarine instead of the oh-so-easy to squeeze mayonnaise bottle- I lost something.
Not weight. That seems to love me.
I lost my singularity. My voice I thought was so unique.
Because the truth is this problem I've got myself stuck in... it runs very deep in this family.