The only thing that has changed is knowing that I am over my "safe" weight. I have a number that ED keeps telling me to stay under and I listen to him. I have listened to him for so many years that it is hard to stop.

I have never had the support of my family. The day I got home from the hospital, my mom and step-dad both said that there was nothing wrong with me and that I just forgot how to eat. They don't make sure I am on my meal plan or that I supplement if I need to. They don't think I need to see a dietician and want me to stop going. They just don't get any part of this. My daughter at least tells me that I need to eat my snack when my alarm goes off, but she is getting lax on that. And it isn't her responsibility to be a support like that.

You are right, I don't want my daughter to suffer like I am. She doesn't know that I have slipped back into my old habits, at least not that I know of.