28 October 2009

Week.From.Hell

My boss is preparing for 3 speeches and a 10 day trip to Asia. My life is so crazy right now that I just want to scream!

I've been eating, not fabulously, but keeping it under 800 cals. The purging is in check for the moment. Whew!

PMS is settling in so the desire for chocolate is driving me crazy but I've been good so far! (Although there are some M&M's at the reception desk that have been singing my name all day. Damn those tasty little bitches!)

I'm sorry I haven't had time to check in with you all. I hope you are doing well.

Much, much, much, much love to everyone.

Don't eat!

xox

25 October 2009

Happy and Hungover

The party last night was a BLAST. I drank a ridiculous amount and ate more then I am willing to think about at the moment. I was a super cute sexy devil and M loved the fun wig I wore. It was good times and I don't regret a moment! Last year at this same party I got so drunk that I passed out in the bathroom. Yeah, totally embarassing. This year I actually ate (and kept down most of it!) a meal before the event...and I did something that I've never done before.

I purged at the party.

I went to the bathroom and threw up several times during the night actually. It allowed me to keep drinking and eating. Purging and partying are two great things that go great together!

I know that I have issues but I just don't give a shit as long as my jeans keep getting looser.

I'm hungover today and have been eating crap. Of course, most of it is purged. I am going to attempt another fast this week. Last week I was a terrible failure on the fasting front but I'm feeling strong and ready to drop more of these disgusting pounds.

I hope you all had a great weekend!

22 October 2009

Win!

Did NOT binge last night!

Yessssssssssssssssssss.

Plus a most freakish occurrence this morning...I actually noticed some weight loss. This almost never happens. See, I am shaped like Jessica Rabbit. Seriously. I come from a long line of freakishly proportioned women; full bust and hips in relation to a bizarrely small waist. I am eternally grateful for the figure but I DESPISE my hips. For some reason I gain weight there first and lose weight there last. If it weren't for a lifetime of squats and lunges I would be a walking caricature like some of my extended family members.

Anywho, while doing my regular physical inventory in the mirror this morning I noted that my waist and hips have notably shrunk. Yes, I am still most definitely a cow but I am a smaller heifer, which for today will be marked a victory.

Win!

Plus, I put on a suit that I haven't worn in ages and it was a little lose! Yay!

All of this has miraculously taken away my appetite. I am hoping to ride this wave of joy to a full fast day.

I think I may even weigh myself tomorrow morning. Maybe. Maybe not. or Maybe.
Gah!

(Is it obvious that I'm hopped up on happy and lots of coffee??)

okloveyoubye!

21 October 2009

Better day today

I'm probably at about 400 calories.

Sometimes I wish that didn't matter. But it does so I deal with it.

So, 400 calories and fighting a strong desire to binge tonight. I think I will be okay. I'm feeling pretty steady at the moment and M will be there when I get home. I think I can distract myself with some "boo time" and just go straight to bed.

We are strong and beautiful just the way we are ladies.

Just wanted you to know that I sincerely believe that.

xox

Be strong, starve on, and do whatever you have to do to make it through the day!

20 October 2009

Humility

I am only now beginning to fully realize the extent of this disorder's power.

I did something today that disgusts me so deeply. I am horrified to even tell you about it because the behavior shocks me.

I will simply confess that I binged and purged at work today for the first time. I know that I must smell of it. There is proof of it in the trash can under my desk. I know that my frequent trips to the bathroom were notable.

I feel deeply and incredibly ashamed.

And yet...

I.Could.Not.Help.Myself.

I have been trying to view my thoughts and behaviors through some lens of acceptance but it is challenging.

When did I become this wretched and retching thing?

How do I make it all stop? And more honestly, do I really want it all to stop??

I am humbled by the power of this disorder.

Yet I remain ever hopeful that it is a force I will find a way to either defeat or co-exist with in resignation.

It has not yet beat me, though today it fought and won a most impressive battle.

I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

I am going home tonight and straight to bed.

I am ready for a new day to arrive.

(Have I mentioned how very much much I love you all? xox)

19 October 2009

5 day fast

Yesterday was better but not great. I staved off eating until about 3:30pm and then managed to shove about 600 calories into my mouth the hour and a half following. Since I obviously could not be trusted, I then took two sleeping pills and went to bed.

Yep, in bed by 5pm.

All I know is that sleeping=not eating, and that is good.

The costume party is on Saturday and I've got to make up for my ridiculousness over the weekend so no solid food for me until Saturday.

The longest I've ever fasted in the past was 4 days.

I will beat that record this week.

Oh, and my boobs are shrinking which sucks. Why can't fat leave your thighs first?

*sigh*

Food sucks. Starving rocks.

xox

18 October 2009

A New Day

Okay well...thank heavens THAT is over.

It's a new day. I'm awake and feeling significantly stronger.

I am about to make a pot of very strong coffee, clean my bathroom, and then spend several hours exercising until I can hardly move.

I am not even going to feel ashamed about yesterday. It is over and I'm done with it.

Onward and Downward!

I will be damned if one day is going to stop me.

Starve the fuck ON.

(Love you ladies to DEATH!)

Fuck a carb.

I have spent the day b/p.

Extreme b/p.

I've removed at least 70% of my calorie intake and let me tell you...it was an impressive intake.

FML

I can't explain what happened today. It is rainy and cold and M and I decided to spend the day indoors which led to him making a terribly fattening breakfast which I couldn't pass up and thus the purging began. After that he was called into work and I spent the afternoon wallowing in binge hell. I went to McDonalds for godssake!! Sweet jeebus I binged and purged and binged and purged and ...

It is finally over. I'm exhausted. I've eaten everything sweet, salty, and otherwise. I can safely fast for the rest of the week. Today was my food nightmare.

And the sickest thing is that there is a part of me that is proud...yes, Proud...that I purged so easily all day.

I'm okay with this. The less calories the more I win.

Right?

Right???


Stay strong...stay hungry.

16 October 2009

I eat therefore I purge.

I stopped on the way home last night to purchase a bottle of wine.

Entered the house and made myself a bowl of my husband's meat-laden pasta sauce with fresh broccoli instead of pasta (try it, it's good!) sucked down a glass and a half of wine, ate the sauce and vegs and promptly went to the bathroom to get rid of it all.

Rinsed out my mouth, smiled, had another glass of wine, got rid of that too, scarfed down two handfuls of cheese curls(why were they in the house?!) and a little more wine , sent them all to porcelain heaven, and then went to bed content.

I've been happily sipping on coffee all morning with nothing in my tummy.

Seriously, my fucked up behavior brings me entirely too much satisfaction.

Still afraid to get on the scale but the skirt I put on today is definitely looking too big.

Yay!

Starve on.

15 October 2009

My husband doesn't care.

My husband does not seem to give a damn about my weight.

Of course I'm not tipping 300+ lbs so maybe I don't know where his boundaries are. hmmm...

My point is, he genuinely doesn't seem to get the least bit ruffled by my past gains/losses of 10-15 lbs. They drive me to madness but he still keeps on groping and kissing me so I guess he's okay with it.

What does seem to ruffle him lately is my mood in relation to my weight. When I'm gaining I'm miserable to live with. When I'm losing I'm a joy to be around. I think he's figured this out enough to find subtle ways to help me lose thus keep me smiling.

Case and point - cookies entered our home last weekend. [Okay...yes... I brought them in butthatisnottheissue!] I consumed one cookie and basically my mood turned from pleasant/sweet to cranky/evil in a matter of seconds. Seriously, like instantaneous Jeckyll and Hyde stuff.

After witnessing this transformation he took the cookies away and hid them from me. I sulked downstairs later to ask for one and he says, in all seriousness, "Are you sure?". I paused and realized that I wasn't at all sure. Fucking cookies. I got mad again and stomped upstairs - sans cookie.

I think of this story today and realize that my husband is just what I need; a man that cares about my happiness more then my weight. Lord knows that I obsess about my weight enough for the both of us.

And so today, nothing but coffee with almond milk and sweet 'n low again. I've been living on less then 200 calories for the past few days. I'm not eating at the office because I sit on my ass too damned much to justify a single calorie. In the evenings when I get home (usually after 7pm) I've been eating a cup or two of raw broccoli and nibbling on about an ounce this delicious smoked salmon that I found at Costco.

I know that the pounds are dropping because my clothes are notably loser this week but I have no idea what I weigh because I can not yet face the scale. I want to wait until one of my suit skirts falls off of me. Then maybe I will weigh myself. Or maybe not. I don't know.

Gah!

I wonder if my husband would care if I never ate again?


UPDATE
Just had a mini-breakdown and ate 4 small cookies and a single wrapped twizzler. The cookie box said they were 110cals for two plus the twizzler and I'm over my daily 200 but that is okay. [deep breath] I purged up a little (but not enough) and the out-of-control feeling has passed. Thank heavens for my 2 hour commute home! If I can just stay out of the fucking kitchen until 5pm then I've got the commute home where I can't eat and then I'm taking a sleeping pill and going directly to bed. F the TV. I can't risk staying up tonight. Consciousness = temptation.

Your comments totally motivated me ladies. GRACIAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

xoxoxox

14 October 2009

Meditating on Madness

Can you love yourself and still have an ED?

Or are the two things diametrically opposed?

Seriously. I want to know.

For the last few weeks I've been listening to a podcast from a buddhist teacher. She is awesome. I am not a buddhist and knew very little about it until I found her stuff on iTunes. Anyway, I'm vibing with it. Much of what she says makes a lot of sense plus I wanted to learn more about meditation because I need to slow my hyper ass mind waaaaaaaaaay down. Even more interesting is that the meditation center she founded is right here in DC and is apparently pretty famous in spiritual circles. I'm too chicken to go there in person but who knows, maybe I will one day.

But here is the real kicker, I finally just did a more thorough google search on her and found this on her wikipedia page:

Tara Brach received a doctorate in clinical psychology from the Fielding Graduate University in Santa Barbara, California. She wrote a dissertation analyzing how individuals with eating disorders can utilize meditation as a healing technique.

How crazy is that?! I knew that I liked her talks but I had no idea why they resonated so much with me. Apparently she knows how to talk to our kind!

So weird coincidences aside, I go back to my original question;

Can you love yourself and have an eating disorder?

Is it wrong that I hope I could do both successfully? I mean, I want to love myself and be "healthy" (whatever the fuck that means) but I don't want to give up my ED behaviors. Who am I without my addictive personality and frantic mind? Is it possible to find a balance between the two that allows me to be happy some of the time and also lets me seriously restrict?

I don't know.

The fact that I'm even asking this question is surely a clear testament to my questionable mental health.

Oh well.

Thus far today only a cup of coffee with a splash of unsweetened almond milk (lower carbs!) and a dash of sweet 'n low.

And I'm feeling fine!

Starve on.

13 October 2009

Blogs for lunch

First of all, let me just say that you guys are...well, you are unbelievable. Your compassion is intoxicating. I am mad only that I kept myself away hiding from you all. [Note: It is interesting how we have unlimited and unconditional support for one another yet are relentless with ourselves.]

I love you guys. Just sayin'. :)

So much has happened in the last few months that I don't even feel like going over it all except to say that my wedding was the single greatest day of my life to date. Except for the fact that I was a fat bride (the horror!) it was a perfect day. God bless my husband he actually cried when I started walking down the aisle. This man NEVER cries. It was incredibly sweet. I am so in love with that man that it scares me.

Okay, enough about the boy - I lost another 6lbs after the wedding and then at the end of July I just lost it. And I mean that I LOST IT. What started as a morning bagel (with full fat cream cheese no less!) became daily binges and full fledged gym avoidance into September. It was horrible. I felt like I was living in a nightmare. I couldn't stop. I don't know how to explain what happened. It was like falling into an abyss. I started hitting myself to the point of bruising again. (I can't cut. Blood freaks me out.) I started drinking heavily every single day and of course alcohol means food which makes me feel bad which means more alcohol when means more food which...you get the idea.

I can't quite pinpoint what caused it. I think maybe after spending the last year so focused on the wedding that once the wedding was gone I had nothing to look forward to. Plus the two weeks of the wedding and following honeymoon I was drinking like a fish and eating more then I had been and I don't know....I just lost it.

So, I think I've put on at least 10lbs but I'm too horrified to weigh myself. I know that if I see a god awful number on the scale then I will get seriously depressed and eat. So, for now I have to just wait until my clothes get too lose again. I can't take seeing a number in the 180s which is where I think I am. I know. Please KILL ME.

Needless to say I'm a cow...for now.

Two weeks ago we found out that our good friends are definitely having their annual Halloween party. This is great as I love them and they throw the BEST parties. (Last year I got so drunk that I passed out in the bathroom...yeah, I know. I'm classy.) Anywho - I was a cow last year in my pirate outfit. I'm smaller then I was then but obviously still ginormous. Since the day we found out about the party I started restricting. It was easy once I knew there was an event coming up where I would be around people that I haven't seen in awhile. I am discovering that I am motivated by social events. I need to use this to my advantage more often!

Thus, in the last two weeks I've dropped some weight. I have no idea how much because I am still terrified of the scale but I know it is working because I am fasting on water only 3 days a week minimum and have been working out daily. On my non fasting days I'm keeping the cals and carbs as low as I can stand it which is usually no more then 500 cals total. On the days I've gone over on cals I've been purging. Not pretty but definitely keeping me in check. I've been a little dizzy from the low cals and jittery from the increased caffeine but for the most part I feel fan-fucking-tastic!

How in the hell did I let myself forget how good fasting feels?

I just started reading the blogs again in the last few days. I am sorry that I ever ran away. This is where I need to be. You ladies give me strength and make me feel less lonely.

I haven't eaten a damn thing today and that makes me very happy.

Fuck food. Today, I am allowing your blogs to sustain me.

Thank you guys.

Starving rocks.

12 October 2009

*tap* *tap* *tap*...Is this thing on?

I am alive.

I am fat.

I am fasting.

And so it goes.

I have been trying to catch up on your blogs ladies. I have been gone so long and you are all so amazing that I am ashamed to even return so fat. You are all my thinspiration.

Your beauty gives me strength.

I will write a proper post soon.

In the meantime...I just wanted to say 'Thank You'. Your words are powerful.

xox
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