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I don’t know how to do this. There is no interest in food- and not just my eating disorder ‘head’. Physically, nothing sounds good. I have stuff here that I “should” like, but there’s no interest in eating it. I’ve been forcing food that seems “normal” but not anything that stirs up too much fear. I’ve given up on trying to get more protein in. If I happen to want it, OK (still have to limit quantity because of kidneys and gout), but I’m not putting extra effort into seeking it out. I just want to be ‘normal’, whatever that is, and when I look in the mirror, I just see a disgusting body that is not deserving of food. I wouldn’t see someone else, my size or larger, and deny them food- but it’s something that has been in my head for over 55 years. I don’t deserve what others do, even if it’s just food to stay alive.
I’ve been trying to do ‘low pressure’ foods- like cereal and milk for breakfast, a baked potato for lunch, and some broccoli, rice, and peanuts for dinner. That doesn’t get enough calories or protein in for the day- and I’m sick of forcing the ‘numbers’ to come out right. I don’t want to think about it… and yet it’s all I think about. There is always something in my head telling me not to eat ‘enough’, though I’ve never gotten any consistency with the calorie amount set up as my goal- I haven’t gotten close to that.
With protein, it seems that a break now and then isn’t such a bad idea if it can reduce the workload of my kidneys. I know a good chunk of the weight I gained when I tried to eat more is because of muscle gain. My legs used to be atrophied enough that the tendon on the side of my leg, near my knee, was visible- and the reason I ended up with a wheelchair for longer distance walking. Now, my thighs are like bricks with some fat over them. My right bicep had basically disintegrated, but now is much larger. I know muscle is good, but I don’t want it if it means more weight, and muscle weighs more than fat.
I’m still trying, but I’m tired of it. I haven’t quit eating, but I’m not willing to spend so much time trying for something that feels uncomfortably excessive, no matter what the numbers say. I just want to pick at the things I do like and if it works out, fine. If it doesn’t, then so be it. Getting the “food rules” from the ex-therapist out of my head is taking a while, but going better. I’m more interested in being comfortable, and not forcing stuff I have no interest in consuming. I still aim for enough carbs to avoid acute renal failure again, but that’s the most I’m doing right now.
The worst thing I’ve ever done was go on the extreme restriction ‘diet’ in the summer of 1981… the second was seeking help from someone who ended up causing more damage. Undoing the damage, and also trying to ‘rewire’ my brain by doing the opposite of what my eating disorder head says is exhausting, and doesn’t move very quickly. To get ‘positive’ stuff into my head, I’m using a radio station 24/7 that has upbeat songs (happens to be contemporary Christian music with a lot of mental health ‘boosting’ songs). I do wake up with positive messages from the songs going through my head, so that is good. The volume is low enough not to bother my sleep, but loud enough that if I don’t have anything else on (movies, videos), I can hear the songs playing softly.
I’m so tired, but I haven’t quit.
Tag: medical food restrictions
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I’m So Tired Of All Of This; It’s Hard To Eat In This Body
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Have I Gotten Anything Right Yet?
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It’s been nearly a year since things with my former eating disorder ‘therapist’ went far enough down the tubes to feel like therapy, such as it was, was over. Nobody had asked about my intake for a couple of years, so it seemed like it didn’t really matter if I ate or not. I knew I’d have to make myself get in enough fluids and food to make sure that my kidneys had enough on board not to get worse. It’s been hard, and there are a lot of days when I think about just going back to what was less physically uncomfortable. The emotional end of things has been much harder considering all that has gone on with my former non-therapy.
I’ve tried multiple times over nearly 4 years to get rid of the nasogastric tube that gets enough fluids in for adequate kidney function, as well as blood pressure support. The tube is back in after another try at not having it last month. I made it a few days, with lower volume food intake (tried to eat higher density foods, but I don’t like a lot of them), but then struggled for 3 days, and that’s my self-imposed limit. I can’t risk going longer since I’ve been in acute renal failure twice in the past 4 1/2 years. But I am still maintaining fluids, even if I need the tube to do so.
Food is still a problem. “Normal” eating is still something I don’t feel I deserve, and it’s physically unpleasant with bloating and feeling too full. I’m not a purger, so once it’s in, I have to put up with the side effects. I’m not as ‘avoidant’ with the types of food I will eat, but am still consumed with not eating over X number of calories per day. Tracking food is something I tried to get away from, but I have to know carbs for insulin dosing, and protein for my kidneys. It’s very difficult to get in enough protein when I have to restrict the options because of gout.
I’ve been trying to do the opposite of what my head says, and at times I can do that, but only with some types of food (single serving sizes are helpful). I’ve wanted to let myself have one meal a week or month when I just have what I want, but that hasn’t gone well for several reasons. The medical restrictions on food, only getting X amount of insulin per month, etc are hard to deal with when attempting to break some ‘head rules’ about food. The current “never restrict” goals of eating disorder recovery are hard for someone who has literally always been restricted (when I was a child) or my own active and passive restriction… For me, active restriction is when I relapse and passive restriction is eating how I did for my entire life, eating about one meal stretched over the day. For me, that was ‘normal’. And what I see in the mirror still doesn’t look like it deserves food, even though I’d give more to someone else, whether they were larger or smaller than I am.
I am starting to understand that like dogs, birds, fish, or whatever family of animals, humans have different sizes and shapes that ‘just are’. There’s no ‘defect’, just natural differences. I’m not sure what my set-point weight is (natural weight without restriction) because I’ve never NOT restricted in some way (or been externally restricted). I’ve read or heard (YouTube) that it takes time and an extended period of not restricting to get to that place, so I’m nowhere near that since I’m still restricting to some degree with the fear of going over X number of calories that are below what the dietician I saw told me is ‘normal’ for my age, activity level, and body type. I will never be a greyhound. I’m more of a Labrador retriever. And I still have the urge to be a greyhound.
I understand that repairing the damage I’ve done to myself over decades takes time and food. I know that I’ve gained muscle in my arms and legs, and that there is a difference in swelling if I don’t eat enough protein (hardest thing to get in with medical limitations). Some of that muscle gain is starting to atrophy a bit. I’m tired of most ‘safe’ protein sources, so there is a lot of forcing in of stuff just to get to the minimum, and honestly, I miss that mark many times a week. But I’m still trying. My heart rate is still wonky, and my blood pressure stays low normal unless I’ve taken trash out to the dumpster; then it goes to high normal for about 10 minutes. The higher blood pressure is probably better for my kidneys since poor perfusion is why they are damaged.
Most days I don’t feel like anything will really work to get me rid of the restricting. I still feel worth less than I did 5 years ago when I relapsed, after 3 1/2 years with my former ‘therapist’. It’s hard to feel worth anything when I’ve felt worthless for decades, and I felt kicked to the curb by someone who had no interest in me getting well even though that was the sole purpose of that relationship. I also know it had nothing to do with me personally, I was just another failed patient because I was too broke to be worth the time to get well. I’m not alone there… lots of examples online, which helps in knowing it’s not about me, but also sad that so many have been left suffering more because of that relationship that fizzled out without the decency to finish what was started. I’m working on getting past that, which is hard, but it’s not like this is the first person to be a disappointment and something to recover from. I generally land on my feet, and thankfully am as independent as I can be within physical limitations. There is no limit to my emotional independence since that’s pretty much all I’ve known. So, while I’m broken, I’m not destroyed.