I walked into my parents room to ask if I could have some of the eggs and bacon that were in the kitchen and my dad said yes, but said he wanted to talk to me about something. Just then, my mom walked into the room and my dad asked me about how much ice cream i ate. For some context, we bought two pints of icecream a couple days ago, and one pint was gone already.

He and my mom questioned me on how much I ate. I told them that while I did have quite a bit, I didn't finish the first pint by myself, and there's still a good amount of icream left in the second pint.

My mom says to me: "I thought you were eating x amout of calories perday, don't you know that ice cream has x amount of calories in it?"

Me: "I'm aware."

My mom leaves the room and walks into the kitchen while my dad continues to question me. He talks about how much macaroni I had a few nights ago during dinner. And I just didn't say anything.

He goes on to say he doesn't want me falling back into "old habits". I used to be pretty heavy but lost a lot of weight in the past year and a half due to unhealthy restricting habits.

He says that I have so much ahead of me and he doesn't wanna see me "fall back". I just say "mhm" before trying to walk out of the room but he stops me and forces me to give him a hug. My mom comes back into the room and and I try to walk past her, but she forces me into a hug as well.

She can see I'm visibly uncomfortable and she says: "It's not that you've gained weight or anything, we just notice that your eating habits aren't as healthy as before." I just leave the room after that.

I feel so upset. I can feel myself slipping back into unhealthy thinking and it worries me.

I can understand them wanting me to be healthy, I can't fault them for that. But they know that I've had issues with restrictive eating in the past, and it's just so disheartening. Especially when they don't even eat healthy at all themselves.

I've been consistently keeping the weight off and for the first time in my life, I was feeling confident and actually repairing my relationship with food and not constantly worrying about every single thing that goes into my body.

Maybe I'm overreacting here? I know I did eat a little more ice cream than I usually would, but I'm about to start my period and I usually get a bit more hungry than normal during this time. Maybe I'm just getting defensive here? I don't know, but either way I'm feeling so awful.