Sunday, September 26, 2010

"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it. " - Margaret Thatcher

Today the thoughts of restricting were alarmingly loud and persistent. I haven't (really) restricted in a long time, nor have I had this much of a desire to. Normally, I'm past counting calories. I don't usually give too much thought about what I'm "permitted" to eat. That's because I don't have to ask permission to eat anymore. I just eat whatever I want. Today, however, I didn't want to eat anything. More than that, I wanted precisely to eat nothing.

I went as far, God I don't want to admit this, as to write down everything I ate along with how many calories were in each item. I hadn't done that in YEARS! Nothing good can come of this. Nothing.

I'm left wondering what to do now? Of course, I know restricting is NOT an option. It's never an option. In the end, I won. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But the desire the need to restrict, to exercise, to binge, to purge was constant. I managed to overcome, but it was hard. Aren't I too far into recovery to be dealing with these issues? I've been "recovering" for three years now. Sure, I've had slip ups. I've had relapses and set backs. But I've never had this strong of an urge to restrict and to be held accountable for every calorie consumed in years. Not since I first moved to Las Vegas. Living with my boyfriend forced a lot of my eating disordered behaviors to stop. He wouldn't stand for them. I tried to hide them, but he always found out. Eventually I gave up and gave in to him (thankfully). And we've lived happily together ever since. But he's out of town for 10 weeks (2 down, 8 to go) and I'm all alone in this apartment by myself with no one to watch or to notice. No one to tell me to eat and no one to be upset if I don't.

Plus, there's all this added anxiety with my Mom being engaged. It's a lot of pressure. Restricting, counting calories, manic exercising, binging, purging--those are all coping mechanisms--all twisted ways to handle the pressure. And I know that behavior is not okay!

I want to live!

I want to thrive!


I thought I made this all very clear to myself.

Was my eating disorder not listening?

I have no doubt in my mind that I can overcome this. I know I will. I want to. I have to. Recovery is always the right thing. It is the only option. Being sick is not an option. Relapse is not an option. Fighting this is.

It's just that my eating disorder doesn't fight fair.


  1. Maragaret Thatcher is actually one of people I look up to because she is a strong woman. I love her quotes.

    I do understand the whole "dance" with Eating Disorder. I do have the desire to restrict, purge, exercise excessively, and count the calories all the time. It's always in my head. But what stops me from giving in to those thoughts are my fiance, my cats, and my close friends/family members. And most of all, I don't want to let myself down again.

    So hang in there (easier said than done, I know) and we all are here for you.

  2. This happens sometimes. It's weird how one day everything can be great and the next you can find yourself doing something eating-disordered that you haven't done in years and that seems OUTRAGEOUS. I've had days like this. And they come and go. But they WILL go. If you stay on the right track and do what you've been doing- taking care of yourself.
    Hang in there!xo

  3. The ED may not fight fair, but you know all it evil sneaky tricks.
    I am happy you are calling yourself on these urges rather than auto-piloting into a relapse.

    Keep going.


  4. I hope you are getting help if you need it. No matter what, face the ED head on, know that it is NOT who you are, embrace the REAL you. As a friend of mine says, "It's not a fight. It's a rescue mission."