Ah, reading this brought back memories of when I would go to the supermarket and buy a whole carrot cake and I would leave it in my purse, undo my other groceries, and go straight to my room and eat the whole thing in one sitting. I would even throw the box out when no one was home so they wouldn't know I'd eaten it all to myself. Or when I would buy a few boxes of caramel shortcakes a week and hide them in my drawer. Or when I would come home from school and no one was there, and I would eat half a box of cookies to myself. I would get up, get 2 or 3, and then go back to the cupboard up to 5 times to get more. I always told myself it was enough but could never manage to stop. I'm sure my mum noticed how fast we went through all those boxes of cakes and cookies, yet she never mentioned anything and just kept on buying them. I kind of blame her a bit, maybe had that not been there, I would have dealt with it differently.. not necessarily better. It's not her fault but it definitely didn't help. My father was dead set against in the first place and got me a dietician when I was 8, but I had no idea what was going on, I was far too young. An 8 year old kid barely has control over what they eat, they have what they're given anyway, you're instilling habits here. I wish I could work up the courage to tell them that a big part of my bad eating habits were their fault, not mine. Now I am responsible for them, that's fine, I am working on it. But when I was a child, it couldn't have been my fault, I had no clue. I think I associated all of that with dealing with issues as it wasn't all peachy keen and I had to grow up faster than I should have and that's the only sort of outlet or emotional expression I had. How shitty! I never want my kids to have to go through that. Sometimes I would rather have gotten into drugs than be fat all my life. How f'ed up is that?