Ok-so everyone says that proper weight loss is only achieved if you identify why you have the relationship with food and what are the triggers. So, Im going to do something I've not done before and put in writing events from past that have involved food-trust me-if you have read this far you might want to move onto someone else's diary at this point as this one is going to get very self indulgent.
So age 6/7 become aware that my mum is always on a diet- F Plan seemed to be one of choice. Made aware that being fat is BAD! Mum makes comments about my big tummy-seed of paranoia planted. Comments of how i have inherited family big bum-seed growing. No longer want people to see me unless fully clothed-start to make excuses to avoid swimming lessons-Im still in primary school for goodness sake. (i have a 5 year old now and the thought of him having these insecuritys brings tears to my eyes). Start trying to diet-copy what my mum is eating. We never had any junk or processed food in the house-only at Christmas when we had loads of crisps, sweets etc. I always remember the Christmas shop as being a real excitement-bingo-first association of naughty food with good times. Once i had learnt to ride my bike my dad would very occasionally send of off to the village shop to buy as much chocolate as i could with could with £5. Then i would come back and we would...binge. Always felt so exciting and so like we were being naughty together. If was never a father who showed love or affection so this was as close as i got-food bringing us together. He was,and still is obsessed by his weight. He has always weighed himself and written it down every day. I remember all the nasty things he said about my mums weight but by now i felt that they were probably aimed at me to. Looking back at the very few photos that i allowed to be taken of me at this time-i was absolutely not overweight,only in my head. From 6-30 years old there are so few photos of me-i hated having them and would get so cross-now, typically i regret that. By 9 i would come home alone as both parents were at work and siblings were away at boarding school. Cue my discovery of the bread bin, butter and honey! A comforting welcome home. By now, i would never wear shorts. Not worn them since that age. The next bit gets difficult so i think Im going to have a cup of mint tea first. X