
DunnoWhyButYeah
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- Apr 3, 2020
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I heard yesterday that my malnutrition was really bad before the ward. And I just wondered as I listened to those words why miraculously I allowed myself to recover from it. Why was I so weak that I started eating and took it for help? Well really, I didn't even have any options, my opinion didn't matter except formally.
When I see myself in the mirror I only see mistakes. Cheeks too big on face, nose too big. The eyes and mouth are small. A lot of things that should change and I'm not more merciful to the body. Shocking how much oneself can hate and be ashamed.
I should increase the portion sizes again, I should eat more often. I reportedly should eat at least 5 times more now. Sometimes I am so hungry that I vomit. The body tries to tell hunger messages that I don't listen to until I have to. And even then, I eat the minimum.
Body is currently storing everything I can get and I'm actively thinking about carbs as well as anything else to avoid so I can eat. Not actually motivating to eat anything when nothing gets weight down anymore and I should just accept that weight always goes up before my metabolism starts to work.
I see food as useless grams of something; breads, pastas and others are useless flour bags in my mind. I hate them, I hate them extremely much. I can't see food as the wrong option. In practice, the only thing allowed would be vegetables, and of them only greens. Although I know they wouldn't be enough.
If I have to walk at least x km or have to spend at least x km ... I still have a sports ban, my head scans all the trainings for which I still have instructions ... I would like to pedal for a while on an exercise bike, but I really wouldn't allow myself an hour less. At the same time, I discard the scale and try to convince myself that I need food. Although I really think I don't have to.
Sometimes it feels like I can never recover.
When I see myself in the mirror I only see mistakes. Cheeks too big on face, nose too big. The eyes and mouth are small. A lot of things that should change and I'm not more merciful to the body. Shocking how much oneself can hate and be ashamed.
I should increase the portion sizes again, I should eat more often. I reportedly should eat at least 5 times more now. Sometimes I am so hungry that I vomit. The body tries to tell hunger messages that I don't listen to until I have to. And even then, I eat the minimum.
Body is currently storing everything I can get and I'm actively thinking about carbs as well as anything else to avoid so I can eat. Not actually motivating to eat anything when nothing gets weight down anymore and I should just accept that weight always goes up before my metabolism starts to work.
I see food as useless grams of something; breads, pastas and others are useless flour bags in my mind. I hate them, I hate them extremely much. I can't see food as the wrong option. In practice, the only thing allowed would be vegetables, and of them only greens. Although I know they wouldn't be enough.
If I have to walk at least x km or have to spend at least x km ... I still have a sports ban, my head scans all the trainings for which I still have instructions ... I would like to pedal for a while on an exercise bike, but I really wouldn't allow myself an hour less. At the same time, I discard the scale and try to convince myself that I need food. Although I really think I don't have to.
Sometimes it feels like I can never recover.