last year this time I had no appetite and had to force myself to eat a
protein bar or 2 and maybe drink a bottle of water a day. I'm
gradually getting back up to the size I was and am so disgusted. My
lack of self control is horrible and everyday, several times during the
day I swear to myself that I'm going to start eating right, cutting
back and exercising so I don't get back to that weight. then I fuck up
and do it again, feel like shit about myself and the cycle continues.
I know not eating isn't healthy and for about 6 months things were
fairly balanced with appetite, eating enough but not too much. Also
seems like since things have declined rapidly in the intimacy area in
my relationship that my weight is suddenly going up. Now I almost
dread intimacy because of my added 15 pounds. Yet the lack of it has
been difficult to deal with as well.
I guess I won't ever be *normal* and sane. I thought maybe I was
finally getting somewhere though. Holding my weight to where it was
for quite some time had been a big boost to feeling progress in my life
and feeling better about myself in many ways. I don't get it because I
don't feel like I"m wanting to be self destructive, which is what the
eating disorder is. In the past it was very purposeful. Now, I'm not
wanting to be this way, I'm wanting to take care of myself, be healthy,
yet I'm not doing it. The depression is there, but not like it had
been.
dunno, need to sleep, it's been 24 hours now. (working nights and
haven't gone to bed yet)