Thanks to someone commenting on a post *gasp* I'm back. :)
Update:
I'm taking time off school right now because of ED and depression. :( My mom keeps mentioning treatment.
I hate her mixed messages. Most days
she could care less if I finish a meal, when I was on weight gain or
soon after treatment, she was militant. However, now that I am fat, it
is okay to not eat.
What is worse is that she came
home while I was cleaning dishes from a failed binge (some of the
ingredients where bad) and she says, "Oh, good! You were saved by the
bad vegetable oil!" Then, not 10 minutes later, I said I was going to
use a separate plate for one of my vegetables for dinner because I don't
like it touching my other food. So, she says, "That sounds like a food
ritual. Would Remuda let you do that?"
To which I reply, "No. Good thing I'm not at Remuda."
Then she says, "Well, if you keep heading this way, you will be"
WTF???
Am I being too sensitive? Plus, after dinner (and after a mini-lecture
about me having to prove I am ready to go back to school in the fall),
she was going shopping and she asked if we should get coffee cake for a
weekend away. I asked what she was thinking and she said, "If we can to
be beautiful for the wedding (my brother's!!), we shouldn't"
One of my good friends got into a great school! I'm a little jealous because I want to go there for either law school of grad school in psychology.
