“That’s the textbook indicator of an eating disorder,” she said to me as she poured syrup on her pancakes.
“What is?” I asked, as I helped myself to a slice of bacon.
“Making treats and then refusing to eat them.”
She was referring, I can only assume, to the cookies I’d made. I shared them with Those Boys and she felt this was odd. I tried to explain that it was more a matter of kindness.
“I can’t eat all of those myself,” I said around a mouthful of eggs, “so I take them to people who can and will eat all of them. Contrary to popular belief, the sharing of food is not indicative of anorexia. Not everyone who doesn’t guard their food is trying to take control of their own life through the restriction of calories.”
When I told JJ about this conversation he asked if I’d had some witty retort and I had to admit that I didn’t. When you’ve heard it as many times as I have it just stops being an interesting thing to fight about.