I had an eating disorder, too, for many years. I was never officially diagnosed, but it eventually became too exhausting for me and I couldn't keep doing it. I knew that I had come to a crossroads of sorts: continue the same way of life I was used too (starving, binging, purging, etc.) and probably eventually die of it or something related, or make a change and accept the "fat" consequences. I chose the second option, mostly because I had begun a career path I really enjoyed and I was engaged to a man I really loved and I didn't want to miss out on anything.
I "recovered" myself on my own with no help (I'm a control freak). I began eating regularly and well, and as a result I began gaining weight regularly. A few months ago I became very depressed about my appearance and was about to resume my "normal" weight loss routine of starvation when I realized how far I'd come already, and how much better I felt in general (no headaches, dizzyness, irritability). I honestly DID NOT WANT to go back to that WOL. But I knew I needed to lose weight or I would continue gaining until I was unhealthily overweight (not a much better situation).
After my years of abusing my body and metabolism, eating more than 1200 calories a day caused me to gain weight. I felt really stuck. I tried the Atkins diet a few years ago but couldn't get past the first few days of sickness. My diet consisted primarily of candy, crackers, bread, and Diet Coke, and the transistion was ROUGH. A few months ago I decided to try it again, and see it through, because I really felt like I had no other option. The idea of severely restricting my food intake or counting calories just made me sick to my stomach, and I know that if I were to return to that WOL I'd be risking all my progress and sink back into the dark ED hole. So Atkins was my "last chance" and it HAS WORKED AMAZINGLY! I've only lost 12 pounds so far, but I'm more excited that, for the first time in my life, I fell I have some sort of control over my eating and my weight. I don't think about food constantly the way I used to, and I'm never hungry (a very weird sensation for a former anorexic/bulimic), and I feel awesome. I don't have the anxiety I used to always feel around food, and I can actually go to the grocery store and buy more than rice cakes and cottage cheese with panicking.
In general, my lifestyle has changed drastically. I still freak out sometimes and think everything would be better if I weighed 100 pounds, but I've attained a sense of well-being that has become more important to me than my weight. I'm more patient with my weight loss, and don't mind if I only lose half a pound a week, because I know I'm in this for the long haul.
El Corazon, I have no advice for you becase I know how you feel, and I know that when you have an ED you really have to come to your own crossroads and make your own decisions. I'm sure you've read a hundred articles about what the ED is doing to your body, and you've had a million people tell you to stop, but I know you have to make that decision on your own. Good luck!!
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