Oh, Sharon, I just wept when I read your post.

I'm so very sorry you've had all this crap to deal with. Losing your grandmother is hard enough, sweetie.
I love that you stood up for your mom so valiantly. You are a heroine in my eyes. I can't believe your "family" would treat your mother so poorly. I wouldn't treat ANYONE that way. No one is deserving of that, least of all someone that you love and care about.
I wish I'd been there to give you and your mom a hug. And a "high-five" to you for your message to them. My gosh... first I was crying, and now I'm feeling enraged for your sake!

You're not irrational at all. You made a very mature, human decision to lay your cards on the table.
I hope you can put this behind you and not allow it to cause you (too much) stress, because you've put your heart where you know it belongs, and that was the right thing to do.
Lucky, I can relate to the candy story. I remember doing the Fat and Fibre WW program a few years ago. I ate a lot of jelly beans because they had no fat, but DUH... a ton of calories!
I hope today goes well for you.
Jill, I love your honesty re: wanting to be thin.

Good for you for saying what you feel! I'm sick of people telling me I should only lose weight for the sake of my health. I KNOW that's the most important thing, but damnit, I want to like how I look when I see myself in a mirror! I want to see the old me again. The girl who used to run everyday, moved easily, and looked great in a pair of jeans and a sweater.
Sassy, ditto! It would be lovely if everyone could see us for who we are beneath the fat. But most people don't. They're superficial, and unfortunately that bears a lot of weight for us. (no pun intended)
A friend of mine who was heavy all her life lost a lot of weight about 10 years ago. She looked great, and everyone complimented her. Her response was, "I'm still the same person, you know!" She was actually really irritated by the compliments. And while I understand that to an extent, I think a lot of us ARE different when we're heavy. I know I am. I'm self-conscious, am secretly irritated because I'm constantly thinking about dieting and exercising and the "thin girls in the restaurant at the table across from me", I puff when I climb stairs, I have fits of rage when I can't find anything in my closet that hides my fat, ...
I've been slim before, and I know
that Ellis is not the Ellis that's sitting here right now. On her fat butt.
Where am I? Oh, the binging thread.
I'm eating some plain Doritos right now because I'm cranky and depressed, but I'm going to count them into my calories for the day.