I generally cook dinner for my family. My dad usually works around 12 hours a day, and other than my mom, I’m the only one in the house without a job. My mom is recovering from some surgeries, so I make dinner. It’s how I feel less guilty about being mentally broken and not supporting myself.
Last night I made French toast with syrup. Tonight I made meatballs and corn. My mind tells me there’s something really great about cooking food for others that I can’t/won’t eat. It feels selfless and giving. Maybe I’m just trying to justify it.
My mother sits next to me and says, “I ate wayyy too much.”
I smile, knowing I’ve had 582 calories today. Knowing I will have no more than 400 tomorrow. Knowing that each person ate more calories for dinner than I had all day.
It’s strange how I can feel so selfless and caring while preparing their food, and so smug and proud while they eat it. Perhaps I’m just a terrible person.
a2eternity 
You aren’t a terrible person. Eating disorders are terrible. *hugs*
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Thank you ❤
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I’m the only person in my house who doesn’t have a job too and I make dinner for my family on weekdays, it makes me feel less guilty in a way because at least I am contributing something. I don’t know if cooked meals will make up for what I put them all through but it makes me feel better and I feel virtuous when I don’t eat the food I make. I never ever eat it. I am also an obsessive baker, I bake cupcakes and decorate but won’t touch them.
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I am a vegetarian, but I am feeding my kids a regular meaty western diet, with more whole grains than I had when I was little.
So I don’t eat half of what they do, and I cook it all. I get really happy when they eat their meat. You are not alone, at all.
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