"You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad."
Marya Hornbacher (Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Torn

I feel like I've split in two.  There's the me I am to the people in my daily life and the me that I hide except for on this blog and my anonymous fb page.  I'm not pretending to be one or the other; they are both me which gets confusing.  I'm so torn these days.  One day I think I have a problem and need to get help and the next day or moment I am super defensive to this idea and 100% sure that I don't have a problem.  

I could get into serious treatment and get fully recovered, but I could also realistically live the rest of my life just like this.  I'm not seriously jeopardizing my health.  I'm not underweight, just the lower end of the healthy range.  I could keep this up and that's what I want, but then my logical side kicks in and I'm not so sure.  

I think the logical/objective me is focused on the possible worst case scenario.  I haven't weighed this little since I was 17.  It's not normal to be almost 30 and weigh the same as you did in high school (especially if you were tiny).  But I was completely developed and done growing so I don't think it's bad either.  Granted I still aim to lose 5 more pounds which puts me where I was at 15... But I still wouldn't be underweight.  

Here's where I'm most torn.  Do I stop at 95?  Will I stop at 95?  I've promised myself and everyone else that I will and therefore no one needs to worry.  But if I'm really honest... it eats away at me that I've never weighed little enough to be diagnosed as anorexic.  Stuck forever in EDNOS, a strange state of purgatory.  

I quote her all the time, but in truth I feel like Marya Hornbacher expresses how I feel better than I ever could and on page 153 she nails it again.  "Because I was not visibly sick, the very picture of sick, because I did not warrant the coveted title of Anoretic, I was embarrassed."

Why would being anorexic be a goal of mine?  The truth is that it was a goal I settled on when I was a teen and knew nothing about what I was getting into.  But the fact that I never reached it (aka failed) has never settled well with me.  It shouldn't matter but it does.  I shouldn't be embarrassed that I am not at death's door thin, but I am.  

So am I willing to put my health in jeopardy, worry everyone, damage relationships all to check something off of my 'yet to be completed' list?  So that I don't have to feel embarrassed that while I have eating issues, I'm not dying?  I don't know... 

Friday, May 27, 2011

Honesty that Makes Me Feel Guilty

I was raised with definite contradiction in values.  On one hand I was told how important it was to look at inner beauty and not to be superficial.  On the other I was indirectly taught that thin was beautiful and fat was disgusting and almost subhuman.

Growing up pretty much on my own since my parents pretty much sucked at being parents, I've always prided myself with how grounded I've always been.  I've always been the pretty one.  Whether it be in my group of friends, at a party, at a bar, concert, in my family, work... you get the picture.  And while I take huge pride in putting myself together to as close to perfection as I can each day, I don't feel like I've ever taken advantage of the simple fact that pretty, thin females are treated better in society.  It's a cruel but accurate fact in general.  In short, I could have been a mean girl.  On top of the look, I have the high level of intelligence that it takes to truly have everyone manipulated where you want.

But I have always been known as 'sweet'.  Now, that's not to say that those that have crossed me would say the same.  When I've reason to be a bitch I am a HUGE bitch and I can make someone feel pain if I choose to (with words and actions not physically cuz I'm tiny).  I don't do this ever really now that I'm older.

Point is, I'm a nice person.  I think more about others than myself and put literally everyone else's needs above my own.  There's nothing I wouldn't do for those I care about and not much I wouldn't do for someone I didn't even know.  Which makes some thoughts I've had tonight cause some major guilt and a slight identity crisis.  I guess I can thank my Catholic roots for the quick jump to major guilt.  :)

Obviously I'm grossed out with fat.  I spend most minutes of every day obsessed with food/calorie intake, weigh myself at least 3 times a day and spent literally hours standing and exercising in front of a full length mirror.  But I'm also completely grossed out by overweight people.  Don't get me wrong, I have a couple overweight friends... but only a few and they were friends of friends of mine and I'm not close to any of them.

It's a long standing joke among all the boyfriends/husbands that come in and out of both of my closest circles of girl friends that we don't have any unattractive friends.  A photographer once said at a wedding that we must be hired bridesmaids because there was just no way one girl could have such uniformly beautiful friends in her wedding.  We all joke about it, but it's true.  We do only have attractive friends and always have.  This is most likely because we tend to polarize to like people but for me it's a little more.

I'm literally uncomfortable being around an overweight person.  I'm so grossed out and I spend the entire time thinking nonstop "Why don't they just stop eating?"  "How can they leave the house like that?"  It really makes my skin crawl and my stomach churn which can't be normal, but nothing I do is.

It happened 3 specific times just today which is why I'm writing about it.  First, I went inside the mall for a minute before heading into the theater across.  I saw these girls ten to twelve years younger than me walking around confident, in tight clothes, and also what I would call hefty or chunky.  I guess it's this new idea of big and beautiful.  It's all over the place specifically TV shows.  I get not wanting to support the growth of ED we saw when I was young, but it almost seems like we're going in the opposite extreme that's leading to obese teens and young adults.  But that's an issue in itself, point was that I was disgusted.  Disgusted and therefore judgmental of two probably 15 year old girls.

Next, I was watching Glee (quite behind) and I just can't get past their new character that's dating Puck.  It was hard enough to get over Mercedes' weight.  But she's still kind of fit and to be real African American which has just always looked better than big white girls in my opinion.  But this new character is white and grossly overweight.  Like obese and she's Puck's love interest.  Now if you don't watch Glee just know that he's hot (my fav) and I found myself disgusted every time they interacted on the show romantically.  I got the same feeling with the teens with her through out both episodes that I watched.  Totally judging her and asking the same questions along with "why would you want to have to answer to acting calls for fat girls?"

Lastly I had an Adele song stuck in my head and couldn't remember a lyric and in looking it up, I found for the first time that she's pretty overweight.  And until I checked myself I was almost immediately repulsed by her music over that fact alone.

But this isn't me!  I'm not like this.  I'm that girl that goes out of her way to be nice to everyone and make people feel comfortable in new situations.  I love meeting new people and giving them the benefit of the doubt.  And when it comes to guys, I always judge them whether for friend or boyfriend, by personality first.  Truly.  So I feel so horrible now that I realize I have such ugly thoughts towards so many women I come in contact with for no other reason but I think they are fat and I think fat is disgusting.

I'm so disappointed in myself and it's probably right now the only part of all this stuff that I wish I could change.  I wish I didn't think those things about people (sometimes friends).  I'm feeling incredibly guilty tonight, but there it is, all out in the open and honest.  

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem Number 2

I Could Be Just Fine If You'd Let Me
(Style of Tanka)

Judging eyes pierce me.
Unspoken words stifle me.
It's my choice not yours!
Shrinking brings pain that rivals not
The grief your doubt in me breeds.

Centered Again

Sometimes it does get to me how much my obsession with weight effects every aspect of my life.  I was off all week emotionally.  Just wasn't myself.  Friday I caused my work partner to get upset and that threw me for a huge loop.  She's bipolar and I know a lot of the things she said came from her being unstable right now as she gets her meds right, but everything she said was true and threw my flaws in my face.  I don't ever need anyone to point out my flaws.  I see them all the time and see more than anyone else ever will.

This had me emotional that Friday night as I went to my mom's retirement party at a bar.  My sister and I got into it over her being selfish (she wasn't going to go until I made her feel like shit about it) and she told me I needed to get my head checked because I was crazy.  One, fuck you.  Two, I'm pretty sure I've had it checked out several times (which she knows) and would never claim complete sanity.  So I cut her off.  Told her never to speak to me again and defriended her on my facebook.

Last night I went out with a big group of friends and spent the getting ready process in a state of panic over what I was going to wear because I felt fat, but I also had to hide my thinness so it wouldn't be awkward for anyone.  I drank too much too fast because I was so anxious and then had my roommate come pick me up and left without telling anyone goodbye.  In my defense I didn't tell them because I knew someone would have wanted to take me home and I didn't want anyone to have to do that.  Also I got wasted because the bartender knew us and not only made our drinks ridiculously strong but also told our table that we would not have a drink tab that night.

I slept all day today and didn't want to get out of bed.  When I did, of course the first thing I did (other than pee) was weight myself.  I have been low all week because I gained 3 pounds last weekend at the family reunion just like I knew I would.  I was at 104 when I left and already sensitive because I was trying really hard to get to 95 by June 1st.  When I came back at 107 I was crushed.  But I thought that I would lose it fast in a couple days but funny thing about eating, when you start again it's really hard to stop.  I got on the scale today and it read 104.  This changed everything.  I was instantly happy and better than I had been all week.  I'm still bummed that I'm set back from the original goal, but at least I'm back to where I was.  I wish people understood how happy and anxiety free I am when I'm thinner and how horribly depressed and miserable I am when I gain.

So while I'm centered again it just makes me think about how much this whole thing effects every part of my life.  I've been really struggling because I'm getting all these comments about how much weight I've had to of lost and how skinny I am.  I don't feel like I have lost that much or that I'm very thin (at least not thin enough anyway).  Sometimes I wish I could tattoo I'm ED so don't talk about weight on my forehead so that I wouldn't have to feel the shame and guilt.  People have no idea how much words can hurt.  It's the comments by those that don't know that are hardest for me.  Things like my Aunt when she saw me giving me a hug and saying "You're disappearing!  There's not going to be anything left soon."  Maybe if I responded "I sure hope so, that's the plan!" maybe the topic could be dropped.

My friends that know are getting on my nerves and I'm totally distancing myself from them as a defense mechanism.  I did it last time too and it took a long time to mend the damage.  I really REALLY didn't want to go there again.  My BF C hasn't spoken to me much or invited me over and I know it's because she can't stand to watch me shrink.  My roommate took me out on a walk to ask me if I was okay because I'd been getting very thin.  My friend S is trying to convince me to go into treatment over the summer.  A just ignores but I feel the distance between us growing.  It's pretty much just the big pink elephant in the room with everyone and that causes the anxiety that makes me pull away.

J will as always be my girl this summer.  She hates it and fears my shrinking as much as everyone else but she would never cut me off or let me distance myself from her.  She can't judge or lecture because she's ED too.  She's currently recovered, but still she knows the hell and she's there for me most because of it.  I don't think anyone can really be there for me if they aren't ED because if you aren't then you really don't have any idea what the war inside my head is like.

This is why I started my other blog, to give those that care about me a window into my mind.  Unfortunately that was when I was committed to recovery and now that I'm not there are things I can't share with them.

The biggest problem now is what to do.  I am blessed with dozens of wonderful close friends and I don't want to lose them and my obsession is going to cause loss eventually.  But I don't think I'm sick.  I restrict.  I'm working on the purging and honestly if there wasn't so much pressure from people to eat 'normally' then I wouldn't purge at all.  I only do it when I eat things that I wouldn't normally and think I shouldn't.  I just don't think there is anything wrong with restriction as long as I'm healthy and I am.  I'll be healthy at 95 too.  I just wish that everyone could understand that.  I'm fine and they are pushing me away because they fear I'm not.  I hate this.  

Monday, May 9, 2011

My First Poem- Terza rima- excited!

Returning Hollow Back

She sits numb with head turned and lips sealed tightly,
Lamenting eyes guilt the fork to do its work, 
Bites untasted and swallowed with agony.  

Explosion of feelings as the void is gone,
Intense emotions send sanity to her knees
Fiercely all is purged returning hollow back.

All is well again... until the day it"s not...

MM 5/10/11

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Weekend is over, prep for the next

I made it through the weekend with only a couple purges.  I didn't give in at all Friday when we all got together.  I ate some brisket (solo) Saturday to not be rude to B's parents and that was it.  Today was mother's day though so I had a lot of BBQ with the fam.  They get ultra weird if I don't eat a good amount.

This always makes me laugh though.  I mean they all know that I have had a major purging disorder for over ten years now.  They know that I am also restricting a lot because I need to lose weight and so that I don't purge.  Yet I go over on days like today and it's uncomfortable for everyone if I only eat a little.  I know they all know that I'm just going to puke it all up if I eat it.  Why can't people understand that not eating is the better solution a lot of the time.  I'm not 80 lbs so I'm not anywhere near unhealthy skinny.  You'd really rather I vomit to the point of dizziness and possible passing out than just pass up on the huge helping of food?  It just doesn't make sense to me.

Blah, so I went from 103 Saturday to 105 today.  I think it might be about time to start which would explain why it's so hard to lose right now.  I've got to lose though this week.  I'm going up to see family and I'm only a few pounds lighter than I was at Christmas.  I wonder how many I can lose this week?  I lost 3 last week.

ABC diet is not going so well.  I can't wait for summer when work isn't so much of an obstacle.  I just HAVE to lose ten pounds.  It's all on my but and hips.  It just won't go away.  My rib cage and col. bones stick out and if you only looked there you'd think I was crazy for wanting to lose more weight.  It doesn't match with my ass though.  My arms are getting a little better, but I just wish I lost weight proportionally.   

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dread for the weekend...

My best guy friend B is coming home after a year overseas for the military.  I'm super excited to see him but so anxious and worried about the food thing.  How am I suppose to restrict the way I want with so many people around?  Why does every gathering in our culture revolve around food?  I hate purging and I know I will have to do it a lot this weekend.  This always leaves me drained when starting the next week emotionally and physically.  I'm so excited he's back but all the stress almost makes me wish I could skip everything and just stay home.

I lost a pound today which makes me happy.  But now I'm afraid I will gain it back plus some over the weekend.  And right when I decided to try the ABC thing.  Sucks.  I've lost weight since he saw me last too and I know he'll notice.  He's one of those friends that kick your ass over stuff like that.  He's just going to have to accept that the loss was needed and I'm not done yet.

Why didn't I save up my klonopin?!  

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

And so we begin... again...

My original blog which I still love and write on is no longer safe for all my honest thoughts.  I guess it really never was.  I started writing it when I was in treatment last for my ED and after much pushing from my team, I shared it with many of my closest friends.  And there in lies the problem.  If I'm too honest, they get freaked out.  I cannot handle one more person worrying about me or treating my like I'm broken.  Especially when I don't believe there is anything wrong with me.

I will continue to write on the other because there are many things I don't mind sharing with everyone.

http://lifeinthenetherworld.blogspot.com

I made a new facebook page recently under the same identity that I write my blogs.  All my friends on it struggle with/embrace ED.  I know that my friends and family would be incredibly upset, hurt, and disheartened to know that I did this.  They will never understand so many things about me.  I need to know that I am not alone.  I need to know that the way I think is actually pretty common.  I need to lose weight to stay sane and I need inspiration.  I've always relied on literature for this, but real people are so much better.

The simple truth is that I don't think the way I live is wrong and I never have despite what I might say to make 'things' better.  I don't like the purging, but it's a necessary evil at times of weakness so I won't give it up for good.  And I just will never eat the way a dietician expects me to.

I'm at 104 today and I ate almost 500 calories which was 100 more than I was suppose to.  I started the ABC diet this week.  It is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  It would be pretty easy if I didn't work or have a soial life.   This first 50 day period I'm going to do the best I can to follow it.  The second time around I know it will be easier.  I'm just got to drop the weight I've gained.

104 lbs
21% BF
5' 0"
Goal= 95 within a month