I apologize ahead of time for what's in this post. . . .but I'm so frustrated I could scream.
I have done EXTREMELY well the past few days--consistent exercise, choosing good foods, avoiding bad ones, etc, etc. On Sunday, there was a potluck lunch at church. I skipped the hamburgers and hotdogs altogether and got a spoonful of hummus (one of my favorite foods!) and a bit of pita for protein, and then filled my plate with fruits and vegetables. I was so proud of myself and was on cloud nine all afternoon. Then my mom tells me to help prep dinner--leftovers from the picnic. She refused to give me any other options, so I chose (after a really frustrating conversation) to get 1/4 of a sirloin burger, because that would be plenty of protein and only 6 grams of fat instead of the whooping 24 (10 of those being grams of saturated fat) for a whole one. This went by unnoticed until she served leftovers again today for lunch. I followed the exact same strategy, I didn't complain about it, I didn't ask for anything else--and she flipped out at me when she saw 1/4 of a burger, a big pile of cantaloupe, and a squirt of mustard on my plate.
I don't want to eat too little. There was just nothing else being offered that I could eat. I've been asked by my parents not to measure or ask for other things to eat, I followed both of their requests, and still she accused me of being obsessed and crazy. Then, it comes out she's been talking about me to not one, but TWO people at church. While she didn't use my name, it isn't difficult in our tiny church for these people to figure out which of her daughters is, as she would put it, "struggling" with this (my 3 sisters that are older are a 5'9", 125 lb runner and two girls who are 5'3" and 5'4" and 115 pounds each). She says she's going to get me counseling (one of these people is a nurse who was formerly anorexic and therefore is hyper-sensitive to pre-anorexic symptoms, even if that's not what's going on at all; the other is my pastor, who is going to give me the same you're-beautiful-just-as-you-are speech my dad gave me, even though these decisions have nothing to do with beauty).
So, anyway, I just want to scream or run barefoot back to Tennessee, away from all the people who are laughing at/frightened by my decisions and into the freedom of the college cafeteria, where I can CHOOSE to be healthy, and no one can stop me!