Good afternoon to all...
(This is not going to be a cheerful post... more of a angry venting at myself... don't want to bring anyone unwittingly down! I'm starting to think I really might have a real mental problem going on... harsh details follow.)
I have a confession to make: I have not been 100% on program my first week back on. I have been up and down all week due to my poor food choices on Mon/Tues/Fri/Sat night. 4 out of 7 days! I started at 219.2, and saw 216.4 on the scale on a couple days... but my pig-out nights threw off my potential real loss.
I am determined though. One way or another, I need to get this weight off in a HEALTHY way.
I have talked before about getting help - and maybe antidepressants/therapy for my actions - and I am going in to a doctor's appointment on this coming Tuesday. I am going to be totally honest with my doctor and see what she says. I'm sure she is going to be startled to hear about this, but I have been trying in vain to fix it all myself. To "get over it", you know? But I am beginning to think that my brain is just chemically disordered. There is still a part of me that thinks that's a wimping out, and victimized thinking - stupid I know!
I'm trying not to diagnose myself, I'm not a MD, and while my family has a history of depression and drinking, as far as I know, none took drugs to help... except alcohol, which of course does NOT help. I just was reading that alcohol actually changes brain chemistry to make a person MORE depressed; I had no clue. I knew it was a sedative, but I thought it just mellowed people out.
I cannot go on like this. I feel like in the past 2 years, I have aged 20 years, between the arthritis, my weight, my general overall look of exhaustion.
Now I have been blessed enough to have my finances totally fixed - and I need to get SERIOUS!
Monday night I threw up to "erase" the weight gain from my guilty binge... Tuesday night I actually became furious at myself for continuing to overeat, and threw up in bitter frustration... but Friday and Saturday night, I went and overate again, throwing up again Friday night after eating way too much food.
I don't know how many times it takes to binge/purge to qualify as "bulimic" but I think I might be getting there.... or be there. I'm sure my doctor will have some serious diagnoses for me on Tuesday. I've read bulimics should not be on very restrictive diets because it leads to more binge eating and purging. Maybe MF qualifies. (I'm NOT blaming MF for my problems. I did this way before I went on MF too.)
So... I'm not sure what my path is going to be... but I know I need to get off this self-destructive roller coaster before I do some real damage to my body.
In the middle of "purging" Friday night, I noticed sounds became fainter and fainter, and my heart was pounding... and I wondered if I was going to have a heart attack and die in my bathroom... what insanity... I'm sure my blood pressure was way too high... I definitely do not want to go out like that, how sad and embarassing. My family would be terribly hurt and for what? What a waste that would be.
Saturday night I overate, but not as badly, throwing away half of the food, forcing myself to keep it down as the previous night's scare worried me.
I don't know who else on this board has been this bad, or worse, but I feel like I am hiding this gigantic secret from those that know me. I mentioned to my mother last week, when we were discussing my upcoming doctor's appointment, that I had eaten so much before that I threw up, and she was shocked. "How many times?" she asked. "Oh, like twice a month before..." I replied, like it was a long-forgotten problem... when in reality I had done it Monday, Tuesday and Friday night that week.
To be honest, I am really looking forward to going to my doctor and confessing all of this. (I made the appointment under the guise of needing an annual gyn exam because I was too embarassed to tell the desk staff that I was depressed.) I want it out so I can be helped. I don't want my family, friends, or coworkers to know, but I do want my doctor to... I don't want to worry people I love, but I have given up on solving it alone.
Despite my best efforts, I keep returning to this and I've reached a stage where I know I need to give myself over to professionals for caretaking. I never thought I'd get to this point because I see myself as such a stoic person, but... I think if I don't get help, it will kill me. Sometime in my future, I'm going to mess up my electrolyte balance too much and have a heart attack, or rupture my throat, or who knows what, but it won't be good.
If there is anyone reading this who does the same thing, I urge you to get help. Talk to your doctor... and do what they recommend. This really is no way to live.