My ordeal of yesterday [see Incident Report for details] did not leave any permanent scars. However, now that they have passed through their initial relief that I survived, my family has adopted an unpleasantly cynical take on my weight-loss travails. Each time I start to stroll around the house, they're up checking to see if there's loose food anywhere. Just because they caught me one time with my head in the cookie jar, they're convinced that it's the manifestation of a larger problem.
How will I regain their trust?
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