Showing posts with label changes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label changes. Show all posts

Screw it, a Confession.

Alright, so all of that last post was kind of BS.


I know what my problem is, I've just been hiding it. 

I don't know when to stop eating because about a year and a half ago, or so, I don't honestly remember, it's not like a date I wrote down to celebrate or anything, I noticed that I felt like vomiting after eating a little bit too much.

So I did.

And now I eat until I'm just a little bit too overfull, and I get rid of it and feel guilty for overeating AND for engaging in pseudo-bulimia (I don't binge and purge everything, but it's still a problem, and I know it).

It's something that I've tried to handle on my own, and I realize now that I feel like I should do it after any meal, big or small, and that's the sign that it's spiraled out of my own grasp.  I just need to stop.  Half my portions, realize what I'm putting into me in relation to how much I should, and just put a stop to it.

Airing it isn't easy, because I know I honestly don't look like someone who would suffer from such a gross thing, and I never thought I would.  And I don't know that I suffer from it, but as someone who has lived in the dieting world long enough to hear all of the horror stories about eating disorders, I don't want to even be close to that anymore.  

It's not healthy, and it doesn't promote the lifestyle I'm aiming for here.  It promotes shame and guilt and ruining your teeth and throat, and I'm not willing to sink to that for anything.  

So there.

I thought I could BS my way out of feeling bad about it with the last post, but here's what I've been sitting on.

Yay.

I know only like one person reads this, but one person knowing my struggle is enough to get me to want to fix it.

So there's why I don't know how to treat food as nutrition anymore, or what a comparable feeling of "full" is.  But I'll work on it, because I'm tired of this.  

I don't want to be a slave to my body and food anymore.

Normalcy...

May have been regained this morning. The Wii Fit claims I'm back to my lowest on this journey so far, so maybe that's a good sign. Granted, the cramping of my loins means that this week could be a hell of its own design, but at least I'm back on track.

I'll have to get B to get the cake out of the house so I don't get tempted by it. Durn birthdays and their danger to my health.

Now that I'm back in school and Fiance is back in work, we are going about this a whole new way. Due to a shortage of income and stuff, we're limiting our nights eating out to once or twice a week. That will ensure that only the healthy stuff we have at home gets eaten more often than not, and we've both agreed to pack our lunches or eat at home instead of going out to lunch.

So I hope it goes well. At least at school I won't have much option for snacking poorly, and once I get home there's stuff there for me to eat. I'll also have shopping and laundry and housewife-like things to do while the big man's at work, so this is a fun change in general.

Here's to a new life. Same as the old life, but better!

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