Got that right. Mine's all over the joint - tho my purging method has always only been intense exercise. I've always been into fitness, and have never been able to make myself sick anyway, just physically can't do it - I nearly choked myself trying to in hospital once so THAT idea went straight out the window. And it's a real nasty way to do it anyhow, buggers up your insides something chronic. Mind you, no more or less than overexercise I guess! Particularly if you do it on a low/no cal diet, woo Jeez - your body really sucker-punches you then, boy do you pay for it then.
I eat enough to sink the Titanic (nearly 3,000cals/day) but that's coz I'm really into fitness training AND am trying to gain 1lb/week to get back to a "healthier" weight. I know that I look a scrawny mess right now, and have been teased constantly about how I look for a while now. Little boys - aren't they adorable? Hah. "Annie Anorexic" is one of the nicer nicknames I've gained. Sweet little turds.
Anyhoo, been on this weight-gain diet thingy for over 2years now, but the more the dietitian tells me to eat, the more energy I get = more exercise. So more food has to go in. I'm like a flippin' hamster on a treadmill ('scuse the pun) but have only recently managed to keep the cals static AND the exercise with it, coz I know I need to be healthier to cope with Uni. See, the more underweight you are, the more buggered-up your head gets - malnutrition interferes with thought patterns, rational thinking goes right up the spout...OCD is a real pain in the backside for me, it goes hand in hand with anorexia alot of the time.
I'm no way as bad as I used to be, but I still suffer very irrational thoughts, and like an autistic person, rely entirely on keeping very rigid routines every single day in order to cope with life. It's a coping mechanism, the only way I know how to keep control in my life when all else goes down the pan. I'm not kidding - at the weight I'm at now, my brain physically can't process change. Little ones, I'm getting better at handling - eating a few minutes later than my normal times, sitting down while eating, trying to eat in public, using a different cross-trainer in the gym rather than the same one every workout.
No I'm not having you on - these are the things that torment my daily life, every day. This is how low it is possible to sink when suffering malnutrition from anorexia, or any eating disorder for that matter. It's not just your body that wastes away - bang goes your personality, and mentality, as well. I used to be one of the laziest, most laid-back people in my year group (apparently) - well, that was me on the surface. All my life, all I've ever wanted to do is fit in and earn respect, yet at the same time I've got an angry burn inside to be individual, respected, appreciated, to really buck the system. I read when I'm walking, had my hair cut real short (I resemble a boy even more now, especially while lacking breasts), climbed trees and walked for miles alone in the countryside, burped the alphabet and ate whatever I liked. I laughed at the girls who HAD to go in groups to the school toilets - WTF?! I was a tomboy, and stuck out, but at the same time all I ever wanted was for people to like and respect me.
So I started using THIS as a way to stay individual, seperate, more determined/disciplined. Started out as a game - how long can I go without this meal, or that one? How hard can I push my body in exercise before I collapse? That game, it was hidden under the excuse of dieting to lose weight for the year 11 prom. Yeah I had some puppy fat - I was 16. I hit 8st and everyone said, God Rai, you look amazing! So I think - great, I must've looked like real **** before. So the dieting goes on, and on, and people are saying to me, That's enough now Rai - don't get anorexic! And I can still hear my own reply, laughing in their faces - "I'll never get anorexic, I love my food too much."
5years, 3hospital admissions and a lot of very lonely times later, here I am. About to start Uni, scared to death of the changes that'll entail, and at the same time LONGING for these changes to happen, coz I'm so sick and tired of doing the same damn things, every day. I always wanted to write and travel the world. Let's just see how I cope with the next 3years, first, huh?
Apologies to OP for the VERY long post, didnt mean it to be quite so rambling! But I wanted to get my point across, to any so-called anorexic wannabe's who might read this. THIS IS NO GAME. If you want to spend your time chopping tiny pieces of apple and weighing every food item out and counting how many times you MUST touch a door handle before getting into bed, go right ahead and become underweight. Otherwise, lead as full a life as you possibly can. I've already flunked 5 of mine. I'd really like to make the most of what's left to me, coz my Mom's convinced this illness will kill me in the end. Happy thoughts! I'm gonna try not to let that happen.