I feel horrible - my mom was trying to be nice, but I'm so mad at her right now. For her, it's just food and she's always been naturally slim and never really worried about her appearance - not even as a teenager. I've been on a swing since I was 12, a fraction of a second down-time, then I ruin it. I ate healthily all of March and felt comfortable with myself, binged all of April, ate healthily in May and felt comfortable, then binged all of June and July, ate healthily in August and binged during all of September.
I tried to explain it to her, while I loved her for thinking of me, it was really not good for me. I tried to compare it to virtually sending drugs to a drug addict - maybe not my most eloquent moment because now she's not speaking to me.