Quick update from mid-visit: my college roommate is here. And things are a lot tougher than I thought. She's the sweetest, most compassionate, best friend I've ever had, but for some reason I find myself wanting to strangle her. Well, actually two reasons:
1) FOOD. Food food food. Don't really want to post specifics on here, but suffice it to say that she is triggering the shit out of me. I'm agonizing about food and weight in calories in ways that I haven't in months.
2) Exercise. Ditto above.
She knows these are hard issues for me. She's helped me through some of the hardest parts. So why would she greet me when I get home from work with a summary of her day as follows: 3-hour bike ride, no lunch because she didn't "feel like it," and feeling like she sweat off "ten pounds of body weight"? WHY? She knows what this does to me. She knows how hard it is for me to maintain my weight where it is. I expect triggers from other people—I regularly ran into girls from school at Eating Disorder Clinic in College City—but Roomie had seen me through the worst of it. And I know she isn't a vindictive, selfish, tactless person. But the sensitivity factor just isn't there this week.