Hi,
My mother has some kind of un dx'd anorexia/ bulimia. Her brothers and sisters do too.

I am aware that this stuff is inherited.

In addition to whatever might have been inherited I have been effected by her relationship with food. For this I am sad.

I think that some people have happy food memories from their childhood. They remember a favorite food or something that their mother used to make that make them feel warm and loved. I don't.
And some people can find comfort or pleasure in food, partly because it reminds them of being cared for and nurtured.

Mom couldn't nurture so of course food does not represent nurture to me. And she has a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with food. (Also, she can't cook very well even now.)

I realized this when a therapist asked me if I eat for any of the following reasons:
boredom -- no
needing love -- no
celebration -- no
sadness -- no

and so on.
I eat to alter moods. In other words I eat either to bring down anxiety or I eat to try to wake up and increase my energy.

And I need to loose weight.

Do any of you actually like food? Does preparing and eating food bring a degree of pleasure?
Or is food seen as a a problem to be conquered/dealt with as it was in my house growing up?

M.