The mind and body are so interconnected that it can be incredulous. I’ve had a lot of trauma in my life, and with that has come PTSD and the tendency to be in fight or flight most of the time. It’s a lot worse when something or someone triggers it. The impact of that constant state of being ready for battle takes a toll.
https://www.advancedcounselingbozeman.com/blog/when-connection-hurts-understanding-toxic-relationships-and-their-impact?fbclid=IwY2xjawNXzc1leHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHlFCt6fUsuINkrap1I0_qYsmmg0G6b8jTbceDb–Gw4J3tevtILvqHn8hfZO_aem_AF1fsNuvqXwLPcNaJKjp3g
Since ending things with my ex-therapist (finally had to block her from being able to message me with more ‘breadcrumbs’), my blood sugars have gotten better (I’m a type 2 on insulin, and after 12 years of controlling blood sugars with diet alone I’ve been on insulin for 18 years). I’ve known about the impact of cortisol on blood sugars since nursing school in the early 80s, but it’s been quite noticeable over the past 6 months when things with therapy took a nosedive over one last request from my ex-therapist for more money (nope). A simple bowl of cornflakes, with milk and non-caloric natural sweetener would send my blood sugar into the 300s for hours during the time I was ‘waking up’ to the manipulation and psychological control methods being used against me. I have managed my insulin for decades, and I know that something emotional is involved when my usual dosing no longer works (and I’m not sick, or on steroids for a gout or SI joint flare up). The only other time it’s been that nuts was during chemo for acute promyelocytic leukemia. Otherwise, I’ve had it pretty well controlled since I was diagnosed in 1995. My body reacted to the ex-therapist like it reacted to the ‘threat’ from chemo, which does a number on the entire body. Not good.
I’ve also had multiple health issues in the last 6 months, requiring biopsies and an ongoing uncertainty about a large colon polyp that they couldn’t remove- and my inability to do double the prep for a repeat colonoscopy to get the polyp for biopsying. I already failed the Cologard test, and an MRI showed some abnormalities, so I know what I’m facing. The GI folks won’t budge on the 2 gallons over 2 days, when I couldn’t get one full gallon prep done. The pain was horrific because I don’t have normal stomach emptying, so nothing moved for about 7 hours, and that was getting close to when I had to start the second half of the prep. When I started the second half, it just went back up the feeding bag tubing when I moved around. I’ve had an NG for most of 3+ years because of not being able to get enough liquids in just by drinking. The ‘slow drip’ works better for me. Even with all of that going on, my blood sugars only went bonkers if something was going on with the ex-therapist (or she was MIA again, after dropping a few more breadcrumbs).
For those who didn’t see the article explaining breadcrumbing in another of my posts, here is more info- it’s possible in any type of relationship.
https://www.enotalone.com/article/relationships/10-alarming-breadcrumbing-signs-you-shouldnt-ignore-now-r16587/
ANYWAY, there have been ongoing issues with stress and the toll of being breadcrumbed. The questioning of my own reality and feeling worthless are the worst, but I’m aware now that none of this really had anything to do with me. This is about someone who has to use manipulation to maintain control. The toll on my body has been hard.
I was told to start increasing calories by my dietician, and i went about it too quickly (just wanted to get it over with), and I gained a lot of weight. My ex-therapist didn’t ‘get it’, and I think she thought I wasn’t being honest about what I was eating, even though I’ve always been a restrictor, not a binge eater- though some eating more than planned is very, very common in people who attempt to suppress their weight with restriction, because the body wants to live and protect its own interests.
But I also wonder if cortisol was an issue, because this was around the time when the ex-therapist started videoing material for a project that has yet to see the light of day, and I was hearing less from her, and being breadcrumbed more. She’d have inconsistent contact just enough to seem like things were OK, but in reality, I was essentially put on a shelf, and taken down only when it was convenient for her. She didn’t see messages for days (but I was supposed to message her about x, y, z). It will be interesting to see how my weight reacts to no more cortisol surges from emotional manipulation and stress from her. As someone with a restrictive eating disorder for 55+ years, starting when I was a young kid and it was imposed on me, weight has always been a painful topic, no matter my weight. I just hope things regain some balance.
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Choosing An Online Eating Disorder Therapist
Photo- mine.
OK, first of all, if you can get professional “in person” help, please do. Things have come a long way in the 44 years I’ve been getting help on and off- from straight up psych hospitals, to inpatient treatment (medical and residential), and outpatient. Back then, if you ate, you were better (and cut loose). No matter what kind of treatment you get, be sure to get a doctor on board, and especially a dietician. If you go through a program, those folks and therapists are part of the program.
There’s a much better understanding about the impact of restricting food and compensating (exercise, purging, skipping food, etc), and more intuitive ways to manage food, though I do think a food plan is helpful at first and can help ease the guilt of eating if someone else just puts it in front of you. I never had that kind of experience outpatient, and with inpatient, stuff just showed up whether or not I wanted it, which was appropriate for that level of care. MANY of the symptoms of anorexia, or any ongoing restriction, are the direct result of starvation and malnutrition. Many family members are recruited to supervise meals in the beginning. That’s a good thing, though terrifying. It will help things move along better in the early months. With improved nutrition, the eating disorder thought patterns and obsession reduced, though I know of one man whose entire family went into the food service business after surviving a concentration camp. https://psychiatry.duke.edu/blog/starvation-experiment
Refeeding syndrome is serious, and needs medical supervision to monitor specific chemicals/electrolytes via blood tests. Refeeding done wrong can be fatal, so get some help with that. It happens in any size body- I’m in a larger body, and my dietitian and ex-therapist both told me the same thing… no exercise, only up 10 minutes 3 x a day (laundry, trash, mail) unless getting food or using the bathroom. I’m still not allowed to exercise, over 3 years in. Mostly, I slept between things I had to eat, because my body was absolutely exhausted. If your prospective (or chosen) therapist doesn’t understand refeeding syndrome, find one who does if possible.
Look for the therapists’ online reviews. Google them. Check out their social media… in other words, vet the hell out of them. If there is anything questionable move on. Don’t get lulled into some disaster because you’re desperate. Try to get with someone in a group of therapists (online mental health sites that match therapists could be of use). If you find someone and things don’t work out, CHANGE therapists. They work for you- you are employing them. And that means you can fire them. I don’t mean for asking you to eat 2 grams of butter or an extra ounce of banana. I mean violating safety and ethical issues, and/or abusive or manipulative behavior. When I was first on disability, I must have ‘test-driven’ (meet-and-greet type appointment in person) about 4-5 therapists before finding one that was compatible.
Ask about how long they’ve been treating eating disorders, and what their philosophy is about eating disorder treatment. Do they support “all in”, or are they regimented ? Do they understand that size doesn’t matter, and someone who is overweight can have just as serious health complications as someone who is underweight? Even someone who is obese can have bradycardia, hypotension (low blood pressure), feel cold, have lanugo, be unable to sleep, pass out, etc. You are “sick enough” if you life is deteriorating because of your eating disorder. If al you think about is food and how to avoid weight gain, you have a problem. Especially for adults, primary care docs don’t get any education about adults with eating disorders. I’ve gone years with overt symptoms but because I’m ‘fluffy’, I was told to lose weight. NO problem ! Until it caused acute renal failure twice in the last 4 years.
If you have a therapist that micromanages every food imaginable, without the person having any risk factors for eating that food, find someone else. You should never feel guilt for eating what will get you well, and that will be different for everyone. Yeah, in the beginning, you’ll probably have to put up with some routines that can be very scary initially- but that’s to help get you out of acute starvation so your body can begin to heal from the damage caused by restriction.
The fear around this WILL decrease.
I was horrified when my ex-therapist asked me to eat 3 ounce of cheese ! WHAT? That was 3 servings in my mind- and cheese… that wasn’t safe at all to my head. But how can one designated serving size be what is right for every body out there? A child needs less, an adolescent needs a more, an larger frame adult needs more than a smaller frame (unless in weight restoration), active folks need more than couch potatoes, and someone who is overweight by xx pounds will be unable to lose weight unless they eat enough… that’s right. of us who have been chronic dieters and anorexic/atypical anorexic, and gained weight because of jacking our metabolism all to hell, need to eat more in a LOT of individual cases before our bodies feel ‘safe’ that food isn’t going to be scarce again. The body is designed for survival and keeping things as balanced as possible.
Does the therapist have set hours? What about what to do in an emergency situation if the therapist isn’t available ? Does this therapist travel a lot? Do they have other projects besides being a therapist? (I’d stay clear of them). Can you pay per session? Is payment funneled through an online wire transfer service? OR can you pay with a credit card (some recourse if things don’t work out)? Will your agreed upon appointments be set for a specific day and time, or is it more casual or unpredictable? You have to decide what you think is important. In the early months, consistency will be very important.
If you find information that isn’t positive about a prospective therapist, find another. There will always be critics, but if the majority of reviews are not good or there’ve been legal issues, that is a good indicator that you need someone else. -

Figuring Out A New Normal After Toxic Eating Disorder Therapy
I can’t begin to explain how hard the whole food thing has gotten (again) with the mess left behind from therapy hell. I’m still working on it- and doing what I can. I don’t think she has any idea how her words- or more importantly the LACK of words- can crush a mind that is already set on “worthless”. Or she simply got what she could out of me (money), and doesn’t really give a rip now. I know it’s not about me- I get that logically. But my head is using it to make life more hellish. My head can override logic in a nanosecond when it comes to the eating disorder.
For all of the talk about not restricting, when I asked her what to do when I felt hungry (this was about a year + ago when I started feeling physical hunger again- took over 2 years), she told me to eat veggies and rice cakes… in other words, triggering DIET foods, but telling me NOT to diet- WTF? Tells ME not to restrict. WTF are rice cakes good for? Compressed packing peanuts? She suggested chocolate covered rice cakes….. seriously? It’s not food, and violates decent chocolate. And it’s a huge trigger back to the late 90s when I relapsed then. Being hungry terrifies me.
Everything in the videos from people who have GOOD ED recovery advice (Tabitha Farrar, Elisa Oras, various recovery vlogs) says that even atypical restrictors get ‘extreme hunger’. Body size is irrelevant (less than %6 of people with eating disorders are medically underweight- and some who are technically overweight are the size their body type is healthiest at). They say to let it happen, and eat what sounds good. It won’t last forever. But I just freak out, and drink more water.
https://www.eatingrecoverycenter.com/resources/eating-disorder-statisticsI am terrified to eat when I finally DO feel hunger, and the “anti-diet” folks ALL talk about eating what sounds good, and however much feels right- that after decades/years (whatever it is for an individual), the body wants to consume what it has been lacking. Veggies and rice cakes are 2 food groups to restrictive eaters. It’s MORE RESTRICTION. It’s not stuff people who don’t restrict spend much time eating, at least without being under duress.
Then add all of her damn-near-orthorexic-rules about additives, types of food, potentially problematic foods (for disorders I DON’T have- bad enough to deal with diabetes, kidney disease, and gout- no need to borrow trouble), and I didn’t feel that I could make a right decision…. but I guess that was the point. Make me depend on HER to tell me what to eat (she wanted to take control again last Spring)… but she’s nowhere to be found most of the time, so how was that supposed to work? I eat as cleanly as the US food supply and my wallet allows… but in the US, toxins are ingredients, and quality is expensive. Hell, cheap stuff is expensive.
I just want to be ‘normal’… and lose weight that I don’t need (BMI charts are bullshit- made for men, and no differentiation between fat and muscle weight- I want to feel better). I could ‘live with’ how I looked after I got back from California (1996) after that treatment center. I lost more after I got home, but it was OK- I was eating, working, and hanging out with friends. Like a real human. I was still very conscious of what I ate, and avoided eating around others for about 3 years (except to ‘look OK’ at the drug/alcohol treatment place where I worked, that air-mailed me to CA after a formal intervention). But I was managing.
While my dietician is telling me to put tube feeding supplements through the tube when needed, I still have “too fat to eat normal food when hungry” barreling through my head. I’ll see my dietician in about a month. She told me that in the meantime, if something sounds good, eat it- even if it’s not uber healthy. It’s OK to enjoy food just for the hell of it. And that sounds good, but triggers a lot of guilt. I hope to eat an apple cider donut later- it’s on the list for today, and I don’t want to chicken out.
I wanted to believe ‘good’. I wanted to believe that the therapist I saw on TV in the late 90s still existed. I knew she had helped a lot of people. I didn’t want to believe any of the negative press (there’s a lot of it online). But I think I know now why people died after stopping therapy with her (many relapsed, though since some left treatment before- or after- their ‘stages’ were completed, they’re not really known about other than the more famous ones). The inconsistent contact, not calling when she said she would, taking others’ emergency calls but not mine, “breadcrumbing”, etc take a huge toll emotionally. It’s the default ‘setting’ in my head to cut back on food. It’s been mass chaos and confusion. She’d blame it on not finishing up all of the stages (I was stuck in Stage 2 of 5)… but how does someone do that when she’s MIA and might not call for a month at a time, but wanted control over food again? I would have had better input by throwing darts at a list of food. Or just pointing to something in the freezer or fridge, but that would lead to an ongoing internal dialogue about the horrors of whatever I picked. Thank goodness my dietitian is easy to work with, and backs up her recommendations with a Masters degree in nutrition, experience with eating disorders, and sound science.
Nobody will write “She avoided nightshades” on my tombstone.
https://serenity-sessions.com/breadcrumbing-psychology-how-to-stop-chasing-emotional-crumbs/ -

The Physical Torment of Eating Disorder “Recovery”
I’ve been at this for 2 years in my 6th decade of life, and it’s been hell. Some of that is from the gross ignorance of the medical field in regards to nutrition and assessing for eating disorders in someone who isn’t so thin they’re see-through. Some of that is from not knowing anything except restriction from the age of 6 when my own mother bribed me to lose weight when I didn’t have anything extra on me. Some of that is from nobody connecting the dots because I’m farmed out to so many specialists that never talk to each other (or read the other docs’ notes) that I’m the one stuck with being my own primary care health professional (thank God I went to nursing school in the early 80s when we had to know things, not just look them up- and if we couldn’t perform the skills for that class, we didn’t pass; we were ‘floor ready’ the day after graduation, even if we still had a lot of experience to gain). And, I think a lot is because most doctors now just don’t care- I’m something to get checked off of the to-do list for the day.
Physically, I’ve put up with the bloating and pain of eating more for this last 2 years. The first six months weren’t as bad as they are now, because I finally know how much I need to eat in terms of numbers, and am doing my damnedest to get there- but at what cost? A 5 oz container of cottage cheese had me bloated up to the point of triggering the dysautonomia that has a huge impact on heat regulation. But, when the 200gm baked potato was done, I shoved it in along with the cheese, bit of butter, and sour cream to get the ‘numbers’ up (while not risking going over on protein because of kidney disease- having to figure all of that out in advance so it’s not all used up during one part of the day), and spent the afternoon wishing I was a puke pro, because of the discomfort that has lasted for hours, as well as massive discouragement in not doing better after 2 fucking years.
When I’ve been to the collection of doctors I’m required to see to get meds renewed, continuous glucose monitor supplies, etc, they ALL see the tube that’s been hanging out of my face for 2 years to be sure I can get enough water in to keep my kidneys from more damage, and yet not a single one has ever bothered with any nutrition related questions. Not one has offered to help with a prescription for supplies (so I pay out of pocket for everything on a disability income). I probably need to see a GI doc, but the last endoscopy done with the local group of GI docs (and one very snarly nurse practitioner), the endoscopy anesthesiologist gave the propofol from across the room, in the port on the IV tubing about 5 feet from my body, so when it got to me, it was diluted to the point that i got drowsy, but was awake the entire time. The nurses tried to tell her that I was awake, but she muttered something about my gag reflex not being impacted any less with more propofol… it wasn’t my damn gag reflex- I HEARD AND FELT everything. So, I’m debating on which is worse- dying from starvation and kidney failure or seeing another doctor. The latter seems suicidal by commission.
I’m angry about the level of self-hate that continues, but nothing anyone has said has changed that. I have a therapist who understands eating disorders very well (arguably, someone who understands the root cause as self-hate, and has ‘gotten it’ longer than anyone else I’ve heard of since the mid-late 90s; clue- control as a reason is BS, and it’s not about skinny models/fashion- it’s about not feeling worth taking up space on the planet), and a dietician who is also very knowledgable. Both are very easy to work with. I’m lucky in that regard. But at what point is it more masochistic to keep this up? At what point is it more humane to just go back to how I was, and deal with the consequences? If it were my dog that felt this bad on a regular basis, I’d never forgive myself for not letting her go peacefully. I don’t have any interest in dying. But this isn’t even hardly living. I exist. I have stuff I need to get done, but the discomfort from eating, as well as other physical pain keeps me unable to do more than the bare minimum most days. I feel totally defeated- and I’m ashamed to even mention this to doctors because I’m not a stick insect. I have weight to lose. I’m told I have to eat more to get my metabolism up so I lose weight naturally. For someone who has NEVER eaten properly because of how food was handled at home, eating more is beyond painful. It feels inherently wrong because of inflicted shame regarding food and eating. I know that part is my ‘head’ – but that doesn’t mean that the physical torment is worth it, or somehow not ‘real’. If this was the first 6 months, I’d be (and was) more tolerant. But now, it just seems like more self-hate to keep doing this. And, I’ll be told that’s my eating disorder. So, why say anything more. I can’t think of anything I haven’t already said.
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White-Knuckle Death Grip
Since things got worse during the week of Halloween when I had 4 appointments (a lot for me), with the resulting and ongoing increase in physical pain, eating got really bad. It hurt too much to cook (in a kitchen without a lot of space at the moment), and eating seemed like more of a crime than a way to stay alive. And that last part is becoming the bigger battle. While I don’t want to do anything to myself, I pray that I won’t wake up. I don’t know why I’m still here. I’ve been disabled for 20 years- I’m not worth anything in any meaningful way.
I’ve been dealing with this shit for more than 50 years, and for 43+ as someone who had been diagnosed with anorexia in 1981. I was actively restricting on my own, and at the hands of my parents, for a longer period of time than that. I’m SO tired. I am getting help, but when things got bad with pain that week of Halloween and early November, something happened in my head. I started losing hope. Add to that, the ‘natural’ degradation of mental functioning with restriction (which was already very well established), and I’m more of a mess than usual.
I have times, usually in the evening, when I feel like I’m not well in a very real, physical sense – and it’s terrifying. But it’s even more terrifying to consider going to a hospital where I can almost hear “nut job” and “looney tunes” from the hypothetical hospital staff (I’ve been treated very poorly at that place in the past- though admittedly, they’ve been MUCH better than they were in the early 2000s when physically, the seizures and dysautonomia were a huge issue (still are), and my boss would send my to the ER by ambulance. They hated me at that ER, and it showed, even though I never asked for anything. I didn’t want to be there, either !! But now, if I need help, I’m not likely to go look for it eagerly. If anything, it scares me to death- if it only would for real.
But, if I aim for anything besides 2 8 oz lowfat kefirs and 2 bottles of 15gm protein water (no sugar or fats), it’s more than I can do now. A year ago, I was getting to the kitchen regularly, and while I didn’t want to eat, I could make it work well ‘enough’. Now, it’s a shitshow. And, I’m scared. I’m hanging on to whatever I can just to suck air, and I resent it. -
Another Day/Week/Month of Tears
My therapist doesn’t believe in letting people with psychological disorders “opt out”… and that’s not the only thing I’m dealing with (eating disorder). I have so many chronic medical conditions, several with significant dietary restrictions that have to be monitored, and I don’t see a way to get away from “numbers” when I have to know protein, sodium, purines, and carbohydrates to manage 3 of the conditions. I also need to know my weight to determine a diuretic dose. I don’t want to know any of this. I’m tired of it. I want peace. I want some time when I can just know that it’s not going to be long. Death isn’t the goal. Relief is. The degree of pain (physical and emotional) is getting to be more than I can handle when I feel like I’m adrift in an angry ocean on a leaking life raft.
I was a fool to think I’d get well. -
All I Do Is Cry
That’s pretty much the post. The torment about eating while still having weight to lose is getting to be too much. I don’t want to die, but I’m tired of waking up (there is a difference). I don’t have the energy to do anything… but if someone tried to shoot me, I wouldn’t run.
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What Will 2024 Be Like?
Last year, I thought I’d be doing better than I am by this time. There have been more medical issues this year that derail eating, and have made keeping the NG tube in longer, just to get enough fluids in. Sometimes I also add a bottle of protein water if I’m low on that for the day.
Tomorrow, I see a new pain doctor (actually a nurse practitioner, which is generally a good thing), and I am somewhat fearful. Pain is such a taboo topic, and yet I’m at the point that I can’t keep this level of pain up indefinitely. My right shoulder bicep tendon is either damaged or completely shot, so use of my right arm is pretty limited. The pain if I move something incorrectly is the kind where I see stars.
I hope that I can get some kind of momentum going with the eating disorder recovery, because I’m losing patience with myself. I know it’s taken more than 54 years to get to this point, but I still expect myself to do better, even with no frame of reference for “normal” eating. I also hope to be drinking the full 2 liters before another year goes by- it’s been 18 months since I first put the NG in, and even though every one of my doctors has seen it, nobody has offered to help by prescribing the tubes and bags, so it’s all out of pocket on a disability income. For those shameless sods who think I inherited a fortune, they have no clue.
My level of hope is overshadowed by pain, and at the same time, I don’t want to give up. I’m learning about food as if I’ve never seen the stuff before. For those people out there who have kids whose weight they are concerned about, never make it about appearance. Never do anything without medical oversight- or you could end up with a ‘child’ whose lifespan is shortened by endless complications from restricting food from childhood, that carries on into adulthood because of not knowing anything different. Focus on health. Looks come and go no matter what- but if someone loses their health, there really aren’t a lot of ways to get that back. Especially in a capitalistic healthcare model. Keeping citizens healthy doesn’t benefit those who profit from keeping people sick and dependent on medications or treatments. -
Another Christmas With The Dog
Since my dad died, I tend to avoid holiday get togethers, not just because of missing him, but because of the chaos that goes through my head when the idea of eating in front of others is in the mix. I haven’t eaten around anyone for years. I haven’t been to a restaurant in about 7 years. I know that there isn’t a single person in any restaurant that cares what I’m eating, but the feeing of being too fat to deserve food is pervasive. There’s no escape yet. I passed out twice this morning trying to get out of bed… at least I have the drill down to lean back on the bed when the lights start going out.
I did manage to allow myself some Swedish potato sausage (potatiskorv), and a piece of forbidden chocolate. I’ve gained too much weight in the last couple of months, and I’m not sure if it was from steroids for pain, worsening kidney function, or what. The stress of more severe pain isn’t helping. Only 9 more days until the appointment with the new pain management folks… my degenerative joint disease and damaged bicep tendon are causing some “seeing stars” kind of pain.
The dog turned 11 years old on Christmas Eve, and surprised me with her quick deducing of the interactive toy that requires her to pull stuffed carrots out of felt “pots” to find a treat. She’s not great with a lot of interactive toys, but figured this one out on the first go. No remedial toys needed (this time). She’s been very happy, and is such a great little companion.
I’ve been invited to a friend’s home for dinner with her family, but aside from the whole eating panic, I’m not that social. I tend to freeze around people I don’t know. The offers are very nice, but I’m not at a place where that would be at a manageable stress level.
I hope everyone is having a great holiday season, whatever you celebrate.


