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Right. F**k it. I'm back.
I've put on a few pounds. Nothing drastic, only four. But I hate that. I've been living 'normally', eating what I wanted, and I could see the weight piling on - no one could tell except me, but I could feel it. I eventually snapped and bought some scales, and that actually calmed me down quite a lot because 1) I hadn't put on anywhere near as much as my obsessive brain was telling me (shows how much of this is in my head, huh?) and 2) at least now I know where I am.
I don't want to get sick and obsessive again, but I feel like I'd come so far, from 147lbs down to 119lbs (I know that's not as much as many of the incredible people here, but it helps me to remind myself that progress is possible). I don't want to stop now, and I definitely don't want the pounds creeping back on. Small goals, small steps.
I started a new ticker about four days ago and I've lost a pound so far. I've been kinda half-hearted the last few days (I've been ana/mia off and on for about ten years now - the obsession is always in my head, but lately I've been going through a phase where despite being totally obsessed I'm really weak about doing anything about it). Not any more. I'm gonna discipline myself, lose those pounds I gained recently and then lose some more.
Still, this feels a bit like failure. Failure to recover completely from this mindset, failure to prove that I can, just maybe, be normal about food for good. I read the long message I posted in my journal when I decided to try to recover last July, and I still agree with everything I said there. I don't want to feel awful about my weight for the rest of my life. But I think I can lose a bit more and then maybe level off for a while, try to be normal again. I don't know. I feel like a failure whether I try to recover or come back to ana/mia. Damned if I do and damned if I don't.
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