I ran cross country in high school. I’ve “tried” cardio. My lowest since August was 181, but my birthday and thanksgiving put me back at 185 (which is okay). I struggle with pretty severe OCD and a binge-eating disorder, so I’ve been really proud of my progress. But it seems like I’m never enough for my mom. She made me start wearing Spanx for my stomach when I was 11/12 years old. And back then I was not overweight. She has always been a disordered eater but has only been at a healthy weight since the pandemic. She comments on what I eat, no matter what it is. She asks pointed comments about if I’m exercising. If I’m sitting down resting, she suggests I go on a walk.
I blew up at her, which I now feel bad about. I asked if she knows better than my personal trainer. I just already feel shitty about my body, I don’t know why she has to add onto it? Yes, it would be great if I was 145 pounds right now. But I’m not. And I can’t expect to look like that right now.
How do you all deal with comments from parents? Mothers specifically?
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