@randomer... that’s true. Each time I try to lose weight, my heart sinks. My relationship with food is totally fucked.
I went to ballet school as a boarder, aged 10. Food was in very very shirt supply. It was literally “currency”. We were weighed and measured each week and the thinner you got, it was like a badge of pride. I was either too fat (at 5ft 5 and 7 and a half stone) or too thin...”go home and put some weight on” at 6st 10. When I stopped dancing, in my early 20’s my weight ballooned (8 and a half stone) 😂
Now, I’m nearly 60. My bones are knackered. I was having steroid injections into my feet and hips aged 12. I think when I gave up ballet, I was just tired out. Done with it. And my relationship with food is fear of the impending famine I had each time I returned to boarding school. I was hospitalised several times growing up for anorexia. And yet somewhere, I had to find the strength to go back to school and work.
I should say, the school today, has dieticians and more therapy than you can shake a stick at 😊. Things have improved massively.
Often, it’s not really about the food.