However, he often doesn’t remember that I think differently than he when it comes to food.  This means he makes some missteps, such as telling me how many calories are in a package.  “Wow, honey!  Only ten of these crackers are 150 calories!”

Then, he doesn’t understand why I cannot bring myself to ever eat them again.

See, I view food as a pile of numbers, but only if I know what those numbers are.  Therefore, I deliberately avoid reading any calorie charts because I’ll remember them forever.  (I have never forgotten that one chart I read when I was about 14 said a medium-sized orange was around 60-80 calories.  Guess what I think about whenever I eat one now?)

So to all the folks living or dining or shopping with a disordered eater, please don’t talk about those numbers.  (But know that we still love you even if you make mistakes because we’re all human!)

Post from: Blisstree

Just don’t tell me, okay?