I have spent the last few months making excuses [to myself] for not posting on here. Lots of excuses.
“No one cares what I have to say.”
“There are more important things I should be working on.”
“No one reads this blog anyhow.”
“Blogging doesn’t really help me.”
Ultimately, though, I wasn’t posting on here for one main reason:
Why? Because I slipped. And not a little …I slipped right off the damn cliff.
I went from my all-time low weight (123.4 lbs back in June 2014), up to 132-133 in Summer 2015, to a whopping 143.4 as of Monday, April 25th, 2016.
I’m back over 140 lbs for the first time in almost four years.
I let my eating disorder take back over. Except, instead of my usual bulimia, it manifested itself as pure binge-eating, subsequently followed by hours at the gym.
While I realize 143.4 lbs doesn’t seem like much compared to the 218 lbs I used to weight, I have gained the weight while continuing to exercise 2 to 3 hours per day 6 to 7 days per week.
I understand nutrition and understand the logic behind eating healthy, and I will eat healthy for several days, and then I uncontrollably binge on food, even foods I’m not a fan of.
There are days I will eat three or 4-to-5000 calories and I can’t seem to make myself stop.
Unlike my teenage years, though, instead of purging with laxatives or vomiting, I tried to work out to burn it back off.
I’ve spent entire days at the gym.
I’ve called out of work the day after a bad binge and spent a solid eight hours on the elliptical and stairmaster trying to undo the damage of my binging. Which, as you know, isn’t really realistic. Unless you are an Olympic athlete, you cannot work off over eating or bad diet.
I watched the scale slowly creep up, the pants get tighter (and eventually stop fitting), and I kept making excuses for myself, refusing to admit I’d lost control to my ED again.
How did this happen? How did I lose my footing?
I’m in a bad head space right now because I can’t stand seeing myself self-sabotage with diet when I work so hard to eat well and exercise. It’s like a tiny part of me is trying to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve, and that part of me shovels in food while the rest cries helplessly in the corner.
Fortunately, I’ve stopped lying to myself.
This week, I signed up for a meal delivery service to help me get me back to a healthy relationship with food. Five meals per day, six days per week — all prepared and catered to a healthy, clean lifestyle.
It’s a small step toward fixing the damage I’ve caused, but I’m hoping it will help me be more cognizant of portions, of my true motivator for binges, and it will take away my ability to count calories or stress over ingredients, as everything will be made for me.
I’ll try to post daily as I work to take back control of my weight, my health, and my life.
Bon appetit, my friends,