This morning was the first day in 3 days that I weighed myself. I KNEW the number would be up. I stepped onto the scale and accepted the number. Yes, it's up. But the way I was restricting was taking off 'fake weight'...I mean if I can put on the weight again in like 3 days I obviously hadn't really lost it properly. That's okay with me.
Yesterday me and my family were sitting around the table, my Mum looking in the freezer for ice cream for desert. She stormed in, "Whose eaten three of these choc ices?" My dad looked sheepish and raised his hand. Everyone started having a go at him. Let me explain the situation. My dad is quite overweight and is on a diet at the moment. He is eating a low number of calories. It's been like 6 weeks, he's lost 20lbs. It's not a healthy diet. On these diets my dad has binges. My family plain old don't understand the pull towards a binge. They think it's easy not to binge. I understand my dad. I understand how HARD it is to resist a binge. I felt so sorry for him. He's trying to loose weight, he doesn't need his family shouting at him to stop binging.
Later that day I asked Mum why Dad hadn't got help for his eating problems (I believe he has a binge eating disorder) and my Mum seemed surprised...like she'd never considered he has a serious problem. I don't know what to do to help my dad.
Thank you for the tremendous support you are showing me. I SO appreciate it.