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Original post by porridgeandrhi
I get this too? 
I did a bit of research... If you haven't got the adequate calorie intake, your body obviously starts to shut down and finds it harder to repair itself. It's also a sign of vitamin deficiency. :/ Yup, not a good sign - good luck with increasing your intake!
In the short-term: You can buy Bruise cream from Boots - it has Arnica in, supposedly a herbal remedy. Or Bio-oil. I use Bio-oil on scars; it's expensive but it works wonders.
Also, a quick update from my birthday: I did it! I actually had birthday cake yesterday... For the first time in over two years.
It was a Smarties Little Gift Cake. I was considering getting the nostalgic Caterpillar Cake, but there is only three people in my household... So it would be a waste of money really.
I did get very anxious, jittery and cranky about it though. I just hope my family understand how much it meant... Anyway, it was nice, and I love smarties
I've got a Sixth Form open day on Tuesday, which I'm reeeeally panicking about. But thinking positively - I'm hoping that actually getting a life - friends, interests etc will aid with recovery. Recovery is impossible if I'm at home all day with nothing to do.
I did a bit of research... If you haven't got the adequate calorie intake, your body obviously starts to shut down and finds it harder to repair itself. It's also a sign of vitamin deficiency. :/ Yup, not a good sign - good luck with increasing your intake!
In the short-term: You can buy Bruise cream from Boots - it has Arnica in, supposedly a herbal remedy. Or Bio-oil. I use Bio-oil on scars; it's expensive but it works wonders.
Also, a quick update from my birthday: I did it! I actually had birthday cake yesterday... For the first time in over two years.
It was a Smarties Little Gift Cake. I was considering getting the nostalgic Caterpillar Cake, but there is only three people in my household... So it would be a waste of money really.
I did get very anxious, jittery and cranky about it though. I just hope my family understand how much it meant...
Anyway, it was nice, and I love smartiesI've got a Sixth Form open day on Tuesday, which I'm reeeeally panicking about. But thinking positively - I'm hoping that actually getting a life - friends, interests etc will aid with recovery. Recovery is impossible if I'm at home all day with nothing to do.
If you love Smarties that's better than my idea anyway :P
Ayayayayay
I can feel myself losing control every day 
the self-loathing has become so intense I can't escape it. Not a minute goes past when I'm not thinking about calories and how fat and ugly I am. I am 8st6 at 5ft5 - logically I know that is fine, and in another person it would be perfectly in healthy - but it's not good enough for me. I need to be smaller. I pick at my wobbly bits, prod at them and cry inwardly at how awful they are. I don't want to feel like this but I need to be perfect.
I feel like every day is a constant battle between me and my food problem, as if it's a separate part of me hell-bent on destroying me. I'm losing the fight.
Please help me
the self-loathing has become so intense I can't escape it. Not a minute goes past when I'm not thinking about calories and how fat and ugly I am. I am 8st6 at 5ft5 - logically I know that is fine, and in another person it would be perfectly in healthy - but it's not good enough for me. I need to be smaller. I pick at my wobbly bits, prod at them and cry inwardly at how awful they are. I don't want to feel like this but I need to be perfect. I feel like every day is a constant battle between me and my food problem, as if it's a separate part of me hell-bent on destroying me. I'm losing the fight.
Please help me
Original post by Anonymous
Please help me
Please help me
Eating disorders are rarely about weight. Not really. What does your weight actually represent in your life? What are you trying to suppress or control?
Original post by Anonymous
Eating disorders are rarely about weight. Not really. What does your weight actually represent in your life? What are you trying to suppress or control?
The only compliment I can ever remember getting in my life is "you're so skinny!" Therefore it's been ingrained in my head that all I am worth is my weight. I can recognise this and yet I can't fight it. Like I said, I'm losing the battle
Just an update:
I went to my psychiatry appointment with my mum, and she got very emotional. She said that even now, she hasn't got her boy back. She says it's frustrating because though she knows I've come a long way, I might never "come back completely". It made me think about it. We're all in a total dream world. It's a selfish place to live, inside this wee bubble.
I'd been put on a 3000-calorie diet and miraculously hadn't gained a pound. So she upped my game. 3500 per day, with not a kilojoule less. She explained that if I was to see any bone regeneration IN MY LIFETIME (and bear in mind two years ago I was mere months to live, death-level anorexia, and it left my bones in utter dust, after only a full year of starving myself) I would have to be at least a BMI of 20-22 for 3-5 years, minimum. So I've to get to 9 stones in a MONTH (half a stone to gain). From there, we will set new weight gain goals.
I'm realising I can hang about forever. To-and-fro. "I'm fine". I'm NOT fine, because I'm still gripped by this notion that I'll lose the control, but is the loss of control worse than losing my life before I'm thirty?! I'm not even finished with my twenties yet, and yet my mum said "I feel like my son is a sixty-year old, you don't do anything because you CAN'T, you walk about town hunched over and everyone keeps telling me you look yellow and in pain. Do they really think that HELPS me?!"
Hearing her tell me these things weren't surprising because we don't hide anything from each other. But she wasn't sugar-coating ANYTHING. She really wanted me to know that I was ****Ing about, even if I wasn't meaning to. I was still killing myself even though I was doing it at a less alarming rate.
So even though a week at 3000 calories a day did nothing, I spent yesterday almost completely, downing glass upon glass of milk to reach my 3500. This morning I checked. 117.4lbs. Up 0.4lbs. And my reaction? I didn't freak out. I still felt compelled to do it, to check, but... I didn't feel that galling pang of "darn, I let myself go again". I felt like, "You're doing this so you can see 29. To see 35. To see 48, to see 60. THOSE are the numbers you want to see, so **** vanity, this is what you need to do - all the other numbers don't matter. You want to see those years of your life. So stick to it." I felt no badness, and I still don't.
And though I know it'll be a long time before I can do any exercise - maybe years - beyond just light walking, if I keep doing what I'm doing, at least I know it's a possibility.
We wreck our bodies so rapidly that we forget what we're doing is taking a sledgehammer to a delicate statue to make alterations to it, and before we realise it we've ground them to rubble, and the only option is to take each piece and a tube of superglue and piece it together SO slowly, or leave the wind to blow all the pebbles away. If only we'd chosen to just use a tiny chisel in the first place. But hey, sledgehammer works, right? Fast, effective life destruction, I suppose.
All my love.
I went to my psychiatry appointment with my mum, and she got very emotional. She said that even now, she hasn't got her boy back. She says it's frustrating because though she knows I've come a long way, I might never "come back completely". It made me think about it. We're all in a total dream world. It's a selfish place to live, inside this wee bubble.
I'd been put on a 3000-calorie diet and miraculously hadn't gained a pound. So she upped my game. 3500 per day, with not a kilojoule less. She explained that if I was to see any bone regeneration IN MY LIFETIME (and bear in mind two years ago I was mere months to live, death-level anorexia, and it left my bones in utter dust, after only a full year of starving myself) I would have to be at least a BMI of 20-22 for 3-5 years, minimum. So I've to get to 9 stones in a MONTH (half a stone to gain). From there, we will set new weight gain goals.
I'm realising I can hang about forever. To-and-fro. "I'm fine". I'm NOT fine, because I'm still gripped by this notion that I'll lose the control, but is the loss of control worse than losing my life before I'm thirty?! I'm not even finished with my twenties yet, and yet my mum said "I feel like my son is a sixty-year old, you don't do anything because you CAN'T, you walk about town hunched over and everyone keeps telling me you look yellow and in pain. Do they really think that HELPS me?!"
Hearing her tell me these things weren't surprising because we don't hide anything from each other. But she wasn't sugar-coating ANYTHING. She really wanted me to know that I was ****Ing about, even if I wasn't meaning to. I was still killing myself even though I was doing it at a less alarming rate.
So even though a week at 3000 calories a day did nothing, I spent yesterday almost completely, downing glass upon glass of milk to reach my 3500. This morning I checked. 117.4lbs. Up 0.4lbs. And my reaction? I didn't freak out. I still felt compelled to do it, to check, but... I didn't feel that galling pang of "darn, I let myself go again". I felt like, "You're doing this so you can see 29. To see 35. To see 48, to see 60. THOSE are the numbers you want to see, so **** vanity, this is what you need to do - all the other numbers don't matter. You want to see those years of your life. So stick to it." I felt no badness, and I still don't.
And though I know it'll be a long time before I can do any exercise - maybe years - beyond just light walking, if I keep doing what I'm doing, at least I know it's a possibility.
We wreck our bodies so rapidly that we forget what we're doing is taking a sledgehammer to a delicate statue to make alterations to it, and before we realise it we've ground them to rubble, and the only option is to take each piece and a tube of superglue and piece it together SO slowly, or leave the wind to blow all the pebbles away. If only we'd chosen to just use a tiny chisel in the first place. But hey, sledgehammer works, right? Fast, effective life destruction, I suppose.
All my love.
Original post by TotoMimo
Just an update:
We wreck our bodies so rapidly that we forget what we're doing is taking a sledgehammer to a delicate statue to make alterations to it, and before we realise it we've ground them to rubble, and the only option is to take each piece and a tube of superglue and piece it together SO slowly, or leave the wind to blow all the pebbles away. If only we'd chosen to just use a tiny chisel in the first place. But hey, sledgehammer works, right? Fast, effective life destruction, I suppose.
All my love.
We wreck our bodies so rapidly that we forget what we're doing is taking a sledgehammer to a delicate statue to make alterations to it, and before we realise it we've ground them to rubble, and the only option is to take each piece and a tube of superglue and piece it together SO slowly, or leave the wind to blow all the pebbles away. If only we'd chosen to just use a tiny chisel in the first place. But hey, sledgehammer works, right? Fast, effective life destruction, I suppose.
All my love.
Not sure whether you read my post in the Fitness forum but this is a concept I'm struggling with today (basically I think I need to go to the gym, I was out late yesterday, physically and mentally exhausted now, feel like this is just an excuse to get out of putting in hard work)
It's not really even about the body today. I'm just so scared that taking that time out to rest (when I'm not really even in there that much yet anyway) makes me of weaker character than the guy who'd push through. I don't like being seen as the scaredy-cat or chicken or the whinger, it's emasculating :/
Apparently feeling like I'm respected means a lot to me, and this (overtraining and denying the pain) is the way I try and earn it
But on a brighter note, sounds like you're doing great mate, maybe not physically but in your mindset. Keep it up, we're all here for you!
Toto, you're so ****ing inspirational. I love you. I don't know what else to say. Your words always hit me hard and remind me why I've fought so hard to recover and stayed recovered for so long x
xRiku, I did read your posts and to be honest, I wish I could just give you a shake because you are grinding your body down quickly as I did, though for totally different reasons, and as such all I can do is show you we both take different paths but we will definitely both meet at the same, debilitated destination.
I thoroughly appreciate all the input on this thread and though it seems like there's a ratio of 1 help message per 10 "help, help!" messages, never withdraw your comment if it means something to you.
I thoroughly appreciate all the input on this thread and though it seems like there's a ratio of 1 help message per 10 "help, help!" messages, never withdraw your comment if it means something to you.
Part of me thinks I'm doing better - a week without a binge today (when I didn't even get 24 hours before) and stuck to my new diet plan for 5 days.
However, I seem to have swung in the opposite direction. I'm doing the 5:2 diet just now, for the health benefits and to kick start my attempt at healthy eating again. I've done it since Monday and done 2 fast days wnd 3 'normal' days so far. I use mfp and count calories as I go. Since Monday though, my healthy days have been arouns 1200kcal net (I have a goal of 1440kcal and when I went over by 126kcal last night from eggs I felt awful!) And I always feel better about eating on fast days.
I just can't seem to strike a happy medium at all
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However, I seem to have swung in the opposite direction. I'm doing the 5:2 diet just now, for the health benefits and to kick start my attempt at healthy eating again. I've done it since Monday and done 2 fast days wnd 3 'normal' days so far. I use mfp and count calories as I go. Since Monday though, my healthy days have been arouns 1200kcal net (I have a goal of 1440kcal and when I went over by 126kcal last night from eggs I felt awful!) And I always feel better about eating on fast days.
I just can't seem to strike a happy medium at all
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Original post by rubixcyoob
Part of me thinks I'm doing better - a week without a binge today (when I didn't even get 24 hours before) and stuck to my new diet plan for 5 days.
However, I seem to have swung in the opposite direction. I'm doing the 5:2 diet just now, for the health benefits and to kick start my attempt at healthy eating again. I've done it since Monday and done 2 fast days wnd 3 'normal' days so far. I use mfp and count calories as I go. Since Monday though, my healthy days have been arouns 1200kcal net (I have a goal of 1440kcal and when I went over by 126kcal last night from eggs I felt awful!) And I always feel better about eating on fast days.
I just can't seem to strike a happy medium at all
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However, I seem to have swung in the opposite direction. I'm doing the 5:2 diet just now, for the health benefits and to kick start my attempt at healthy eating again. I've done it since Monday and done 2 fast days wnd 3 'normal' days so far. I use mfp and count calories as I go. Since Monday though, my healthy days have been arouns 1200kcal net (I have a goal of 1440kcal and when I went over by 126kcal last night from eggs I felt awful!) And I always feel better about eating on fast days.
I just can't seem to strike a happy medium at all
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1500 or less really is a dire amount for anyone sweetheart. Anyone.
Original post by TotoMimo
Riku, I did read your posts and to be honest, I wish I could just give you a shake because you are grinding your body down quickly as I did, though for totally different reasons, and as such all I can do is show you we both take different paths but we will definitely both meet at the same, debilitated destination.
I thoroughly appreciate all the input on this thread and though it seems like there's a ratio of 1 help message per 10 "help, help!" messages, never withdraw your comment if it means something to you.
I thoroughly appreciate all the input on this thread and though it seems like there's a ratio of 1 help message per 10 "help, help!" messages, never withdraw your comment if it means something to you.
That's fair enough. I deserved it there, and not even the sporty people seemed to agree with the brutal 'no pain no gain' mentality I was talking about.
As it happens I didn't go yesterday, I went shopping for a friend's present and tried some Freddo Faces instead
In fairness I'd still like to go, because exercise helps me sleep better-just not feel forced to do it or that I'm any less of a person for not doing it.
Original post by TotoMimo
1500 or less really is a dire amount for anyone sweetheart. Anyone.
I know it's not and it annoys me beyond belief. I enjoy health and fitness and know what eating so little will do to my body and that's the kicker.
I've put weight on recently through binging and stress eating from my dissertation/essays/exams, which I absolutely hate. My boyfriend says it looks better but I really can't stand the number on the scale going up.
His birthday night out is two weeks from today and I keep telling myself that it's only until then so I can get back to where I was - but I know the issues aren't to do with just that event, I'm doing the whole ostrich approach to my problems and not trying to figure out real reasons and ways to combat it.
I think the thing that annoys me the most about me is that I know there's a problem, I know what I'm doing to my body, I know what I want my body to like to and I know how to achieve that - but putting the theory into practice, and admitting to others there is a problem, is something I can't fathom and as a result I know I won't get better.
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So I've eaten today:
Cereal (cornflakes and bran flakes, about three-quarters of a portion of each because I skipped dinner last night)
Some brioche
Soup
One slice of toast
And I'm mentally beating myself up over it. I can't have had more than 800 calories and I just want to cry I should have the self-control to stop eating so much...
Cereal (cornflakes and bran flakes, about three-quarters of a portion of each because I skipped dinner last night)
Some brioche
Soup
One slice of toast
And I'm mentally beating myself up over it. I can't have had more than 800 calories and I just want to cry
I should have the self-control to stop eating so much...
Original post by Anonymous
So I've eaten today:
Cereal (cornflakes and bran flakes, about three-quarters of a portion of each because I skipped dinner last night)
Some brioche
Soup
One slice of toast
And I'm mentally beating myself up over it. I can't have had more than 800 calories and I just want to cry I should have the self-control to stop eating so much...
Cereal (cornflakes and bran flakes, about three-quarters of a portion of each because I skipped dinner last night)
Some brioche
Soup
One slice of toast
And I'm mentally beating myself up over it. I can't have had more than 800 calories and I just want to cry
I should have the self-control to stop eating so much...Can you spoiler stuff like this in future please?
foodie talk and musings
A good day but I think I might have absorbed society's pressure to be frugal with food, even though that means it's alright to be excessive in just about every other respect in a material culture. Double standards much? :P
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A good day but I think I might have absorbed society's pressure to be frugal with food, even though that means it's alright to be excessive in just about every other respect in a material culture. Double standards much? :P
(edited 10 years ago)
Original post by Anonymous
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Original post by MelissaJayne
Can you spoiler stuff like this in future please?
Sorry!
Original post by Riku
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Sorry!
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Today I was on a weekend away with my family and we were at dinner. My dad looks at me when I get my dinner and goes 'Jesus, you're really going mad! Wow' because I had a plate full. I'd picked all vegetables, and a bit of chicken stir fry. And salad. It was a buffet but I'd gone for my 'healthy safe options'. Dessert consisted of chocolate sauce on fruit, to which my Dad comments 'you're really stuffing your face, great to see'.
It's these comments which really destroy my attempts to be carefree and enjoy my food because it just reminds me how much I'm eating and I feel so guilty. Salad and chicken with some fruit and chocolate really shouldn't cause that much guilt but it can be so harmful to progress when someone makes a comment like that.
It's these comments which really destroy my attempts to be carefree and enjoy my food because it just reminds me how much I'm eating and I feel so guilty. Salad and chicken with some fruit and chocolate really shouldn't cause that much guilt but it can be so harmful to progress when someone makes a comment like that.
Original post by Anonymous
Today I was on a weekend away with my family and we were at dinner. My dad looks at me when I get my dinner and goes 'Jesus, you're really going mad! Wow' because I had a plate full. I'd picked all vegetables, and a bit of chicken stir fry. And salad. It was a buffet but I'd gone for my 'healthy safe options'. Dessert consisted of chocolate sauce on fruit, to which my Dad comments 'you're really stuffing your face, great to see'.
It's these comments which really destroy my attempts to be carefree and enjoy my food because it just reminds me how much I'm eating and I feel so guilty. Salad and chicken with some fruit and chocolate really shouldn't cause that much guilt but it can be so harmful to progress when someone makes a comment like that.
It's these comments which really destroy my attempts to be carefree and enjoy my food because it just reminds me how much I'm eating and I feel so guilty. Salad and chicken with some fruit and chocolate really shouldn't cause that much guilt but it can be so harmful to progress when someone makes a comment like that.
I have a very similar dad. When I was recovering, hearing things like this only made me feel fat. I don't know what your dad is like but my dad only said these things to deliberately hurt me because I was always the family failure and the daughter he never wanted. You seem to already realise that you have a problem. You need to also realise that due to this problem, what you perceive isn't necessarily the truth and that sometimes, even your family are out to hurt you and make you feel bad. The reality is that you are ill if you are feeling guilty after such a little amount of food. You've made progress by adding that chocolate sauce and actually having a dessert. I know it's hard but you need to learn to ignore those people that deliberately want to get you down. Whatever they say, do not feel guilty. You are eating to become healthy. To do all those crazy things your friends are doing over summer. Healthy does not mean fat. And what you are currently thinking is healthy is way less than what actually is. Kudos for making such progress. Just remember that by eating, you are giving your body the medicine that it needs to recover and be healthy. x
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