Anonymous wrote:Op here again, Im so glad you guys responded !!
Im just in awe of you guys , clearly this is just a problem for me then :/.
I can’t stop eating sweets once I start… If I know theres a box of cookies I cant relax until I eat the entire thing or until its in the trash with dishsoap on the cookies
I did that too as a teen. Cookies were my binge food. Lots of adults telling me I was fat (@120lb/5’4”) drove me to sneak and hide treats, and then feel miserable about what I’d done, dump the evidence & destroy any last surviving cookies. As silly as it sounds, I was really scared at the power that cookies had over me! It was awful. I feel for you.
Once I got out of my parents’ house and cooking/eating on my own, it became more intuitive eating, although that word wasn’t really used to describe eating habits back in the 80’s. My weight settled and I started to add treats every now and then - only bought in single-serving size - and maybe only once a week.
I’m in my 50’s now. We raised our DD to focus on healthy foods, but allowed limited sweets when she was a kid, hoping to strike a balance between health and not making things verboten. We *never* mentioned weight. Surprise :/ DD wound up with a raging ED last fall. At 95lb & dropping/5’5” she *needed* calories. Part of her recovery has been to learn to accept all foods, sweets too. Thankfully she’s in strong recovery mode. It has done a lot to reshape my attitude toward sweets. This time around, I find that I can enjoy sweets without inhaling them. I’m far more active vs my 20’s or 30’s, so even menopausal, I feel strong, limber and way more comfortable in my own skin. I don’t use a scale, but my clothes still fit, my blood work is fine - sweets haven’t overturned my world. So I don’t fear the cookie anymore…