I've posted about this before, mainly for advice, and since then I've come to realise I was completely turning a blind eye towards it.
Basically, my father is a serious alcoholic. His whole life is compromised by it. However, he is self-employed, and my sister runs the family business, so he is able to continue on with his addiction like nothing is affected.
He is at least 80lbs overweight, and has had Type2 diabetes for several years now.
Watching him do this to himself can make it really hard for me to stick to my eating. Well, sometimes it makes it easy for me ( I really feel shocked at the state he has got himself to - no way will I end up like that! )
And other times, I feel so helpless and frustrated, my old friend SUGAR comes calling to me.
I know you guys know how hard it can be to resist. Especially when it feels like there is nothing you can do to make the problem thats bringing up the emotional eating feeling to go away.
We've literally tried everything except an intervention to get my father to change his habits. The best attempt he made was a week sober, and one slip up led completely back to his drinking again.
My sister and I have written him heartfelt letters, full of things we never dared to say. He cried when he read it, thanked us, and his drinking did not change one iota.
Currently I'm still at the stage where I feel like I need to be here to look after him (he is ASTONISHINGLY messy, and always has been. Not just untidy, but messy to the point that it becomes disgusting. He does not wash, he does not clean. To be honest, he barely eats. )
At first I thought this wasn't really relevant to the forum... I mean, his problems don't force me to eat/encourage my previous attitude to food. But. When I think back to when I was a child, that sinking disappointment in your Dad just made me turn to the things I enjoyed to make me feel better.
I didn't know then that they made me fat; all I knew is that my favourite foods did not disappoint me.
My description of him is hardly flattering. It would probably make me think "Ugh, if he's that bad why does she stick around? Just leave him to it!" if I were to read my own post as a stranger.
The truth is he is so much more than this. My estranged mother pretty much destroyed him. He was so many things that were good, and kind, and wise, and more. I saw him for real again for that blip of a week that he managed to stay sober, so I know he is still in there somewhere...
I'm just feeling really depressed about the whole thing lately. You guys are always so supportive, and have posted feedback and advice on what to do before, but he doesn't seem to want to hear me. Every time beer is mentioned to him he changes the subject. He is an expert at changing the subject.
I know though, that all I can do is decide how to live for myself - the same as he has to do for him.
It just leaves me feeling so bereft that there is nothing I can do, and I feel like I can see my sister with the same food problem I had spiralling out of control. I really, really hate feeling so helpless.