Thank you for all the insightful replies, you've all given me a lot to think about.
I probably should have explained my history a little more . . .
I tend to be anxious in general, I have agoraphobia and am prone to anxiety attacks. I think I'm doing much better now than I was with it last year, anxiety-wise (as late as last year I was unable to leave the house alone due to unbearable and irrational worries). I believe I've had a history of eating disorders (undiagnosed) and I think that may be my boyfriend's main concern. I'm a partial carniphobe (I can't make myself eat most types of meat) and a fussy eater in general. About two years ago I went through several months of not being able to force myself to eat much (not that you could tell by my size) and several years back I believe I was on the verge of anorexia, completely obsessing over food and reaching a point where I skipped most meals and barely ate, sort of self-punishment and a control issue until I got too sick to walk.
And as for my boyfriend, he's not at all insecure (one of the very few people I've known who isn't and I greatly admire him for that), but I totally understand why such a question would be brought up. He's been very supportive with my decisions and doesn't balk at my food choices as long as he feels I'm doing something healthy and that I'm eating as regularly as I should. But I think it might be taxing on him that I've been so upset lately over not getting the results I want as opposed to how well I was doing late last year. I'm doing my best not to fall into the pattern of not eating again and maybe that's what worries him the most. I'm actually afraid to start calorie counting again because that seemed to spark the bad obsessions I used to carry.
It hasn't been easy but we have talked about this several times. I realize I have food issues. I think I'm handling them better than ever, or at least, better than all the years I preferred eating whatever I wanted instead of considering my health. I am still in the process of learning that food needs to be my friend, not an enemy or a lover . . . um, if that makes sense, lol. Because to me, it's been all of the above in the past.
And I do think I need to be a little obsessed . . . and maybe that's ok as long as I'm obsessing over the right things?
And more than anything right now, I think I need to see your replies and know that I've got people to relate to.
