I post this not looking for help, advice or tips.. I post those in hopes that maybe someone else out there thinks like me and goes through this too.
Please know I am in therapy.
I’m having a terrible day.
Just the other day I was in here feeling refreshed and replying to threads where others were struggling and I felt like I was helping others.. and in this moment, I feel like I’m on the verge of breaking down.
I’m 9 days binge free.. these last 2 days I’ve overeaten though.. just not a full blown binge.
Today I just feel so hopeless, and I didn’t even binge. I ate my breakfast then had a granola bar from the stash I keep in my desk (I keep them there so I don’t go buy junk) then one single girl guide cookie.. and now I’m mad at myself because I wasn’t really hungry at all when I ate those things. I always get mad at myself for eating when not hungry, even if its something small.
Then I go to the washroom at work, and all I can see is this fat tub of lard. I’m 5’3 and probably 140-150 (can’t weigh myself it’s a huge trigger).. I run races, lift weights 3x a week, and all I see if a fat chick who can’t get her eating under control. My eyes go to my stomach, my hips, the lumps, the fat that peeks out from the back of my bra, the not-so-prominent collarbones. I immediately don’t feel like running after work like I had planned, and think about skipping the gym tomorrow. I plan this so that I can go home and binge, then sleep in tomorrow because I can’t go to the gym feeling puffy and nauseous from the night before.
In the span of a few minutes I make my plan.. I’ll go home and finish my chips and dip, then when my BF gets home I’ll ask him if he wants to order a pizza (I’ll say I’m starving!). After that I’ll say I need to run to the store. When I get to the store I’ll buy some binge food that I can eat on the way home and then surprise my bf with a “dessert” for us. Before bed I’ll eat the pint of ice cream I have hidden in the back of the freezer.
While I’m at the grocery store, I’ll buy all my food for the new lifestyle that starts for me tomorrow. I’ll get nothing but vegetables, lean proteins and brown rice.. because obviously as of tomorrow I don’t eat junk anymore.
I wish I could look at myself on these days and just be okay with the girl that’s starting back at me. I don’t want to love her, or think she’s beautiful, I just want to feel indifference. I want to say, that is me and I’m okay.
I leave the washroom with my arms covering my stomach and my head down, as if I wasn’t the same person that walked in there, as if the people that saw me walk in saw someone thin, and out walked a cow.
I wish I didn’t beat the crap out of myself for having a granola bar when I wasn’t hungry, or a bowl of ice cream last night when I was already full, or some chips and dip the night before when I didn’t need it.
I’m so sick of this feeling. Some days I feel like I’m winning with recovery, then days like today I want to curl up into a ball and cry.
Please know I am in therapy.
I’m having a terrible day.
Just the other day I was in here feeling refreshed and replying to threads where others were struggling and I felt like I was helping others.. and in this moment, I feel like I’m on the verge of breaking down.
I’m 9 days binge free.. these last 2 days I’ve overeaten though.. just not a full blown binge.
Today I just feel so hopeless, and I didn’t even binge. I ate my breakfast then had a granola bar from the stash I keep in my desk (I keep them there so I don’t go buy junk) then one single girl guide cookie.. and now I’m mad at myself because I wasn’t really hungry at all when I ate those things. I always get mad at myself for eating when not hungry, even if its something small.
Then I go to the washroom at work, and all I can see is this fat tub of lard. I’m 5’3 and probably 140-150 (can’t weigh myself it’s a huge trigger).. I run races, lift weights 3x a week, and all I see if a fat chick who can’t get her eating under control. My eyes go to my stomach, my hips, the lumps, the fat that peeks out from the back of my bra, the not-so-prominent collarbones. I immediately don’t feel like running after work like I had planned, and think about skipping the gym tomorrow. I plan this so that I can go home and binge, then sleep in tomorrow because I can’t go to the gym feeling puffy and nauseous from the night before.
In the span of a few minutes I make my plan.. I’ll go home and finish my chips and dip, then when my BF gets home I’ll ask him if he wants to order a pizza (I’ll say I’m starving!). After that I’ll say I need to run to the store. When I get to the store I’ll buy some binge food that I can eat on the way home and then surprise my bf with a “dessert” for us. Before bed I’ll eat the pint of ice cream I have hidden in the back of the freezer.
While I’m at the grocery store, I’ll buy all my food for the new lifestyle that starts for me tomorrow. I’ll get nothing but vegetables, lean proteins and brown rice.. because obviously as of tomorrow I don’t eat junk anymore.
I wish I could look at myself on these days and just be okay with the girl that’s starting back at me. I don’t want to love her, or think she’s beautiful, I just want to feel indifference. I want to say, that is me and I’m okay.
I leave the washroom with my arms covering my stomach and my head down, as if I wasn’t the same person that walked in there, as if the people that saw me walk in saw someone thin, and out walked a cow.
I wish I didn’t beat the crap out of myself for having a granola bar when I wasn’t hungry, or a bowl of ice cream last night when I was already full, or some chips and dip the night before when I didn’t need it.
I’m so sick of this feeling. Some days I feel like I’m winning with recovery, then days like today I want to curl up into a ball and cry.