I’ve mentioned before that ny dad just doesn’t get it. No matter how I try to explain my eating disorder, he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. Tonight I have, for your viewing pleasure, another example. Here is a conversation I just had with him.
Dad: How much do you use your bike each day?
Me: It varies. Usually between 3 and 6 hours.
Dad: Great job!
Dad: Do me a favor, tomorrow, after you finish on the bike, do an hour for me.
Me: Ok, Dad.
Dad: Haha, yeah right.
Me, in my head: You have no idea.