Just got off the phone with my Dad.
We talked about my home coming in a couple of weeks. My Mum is going away on holiday and I’m going to be looking after my sister and picking up some more chores.
My Dad knows I like cooking and said he was looking forward to my meals.
I tried to say that I’ve been having some problems around food. I’ve been dieting and exercising and I’ve lost about 25 lb. Lately, with the stress of work and other issues it has become more difficult to deal with. I count calories and weigh myself constantly. I panic when I know I’ll have to eat something unhealthy.
I’ve started to discuss it with people because I don’t want to get bigger issues.
My Dad said that only ‘people like Princess Diana’ struggle with this stuff and that he’d ‘feed me up’ when I came home. He means well. It was tempered with lots of ‘you’re beautifuls’. I just wish he’d realise that it was hard for me to admit I might be getting a problem. I’m starting to worry about going home and losing complete control. This is scary.