
symphony
surving hour-by-hour
- Mar 12, 2022
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I think I might have an eating disorder but I've never been diagnosed as this isn't the primary issue in my life and thus hasn't garnered much clinical attention.
I've been overweight and hated myself for it for about all my life. Everyone else in my family is a healthy weight. But I've just about always used food to cope. To numb my emotions, to fill the void, to distract myself. Lately, I've tended to snack on and off throughout the day and then full-on binge at night. Yes, I eat even when I'm not hungry and past the point of feeling full. This happens daily.
For much of last year I was in residential treatment and my diet improved because I didn't have full control over what and how much I ate. But near the end of the year I slowly started falling into a pattern of under-eating and eventually starving myself. Partly because I genuinely didn't have much appetite, partly because I didn't have the will or energy to eat, partly because I told myself I didn't deserve food, partly because I liked the sense of control it gave me over my life, and of course, partly because I liked that I was finally losing weight. And I lost weight quickly.
The most severe this got was in February when I was involuntarily hospitalized. I attempted to CTB by VSED. After a few days I was transferred to an ER to receive fluids. I begrudgingly forced myself to start eating. My body eventually got used to it and my appetite returned. Soon enough, a flip switched and I started binging again. Chronic over-eating. Gaining lots of weight. Quickly.
This came to a head this morning when I realized how poorly my clothes are fitting. My pants bunch up uncomfortably around my legs and squeeze at my waist. My shirts ride up my back. My thighs are huge and spread out when I sit. My arms are flabby and my stomach gets bigger every day. I look and feel disgusting and I hate myself for it.
Here are the reasons I perceive as being behind my weight gain, ranked by significance:
I've been overweight and hated myself for it for about all my life. Everyone else in my family is a healthy weight. But I've just about always used food to cope. To numb my emotions, to fill the void, to distract myself. Lately, I've tended to snack on and off throughout the day and then full-on binge at night. Yes, I eat even when I'm not hungry and past the point of feeling full. This happens daily.
For much of last year I was in residential treatment and my diet improved because I didn't have full control over what and how much I ate. But near the end of the year I slowly started falling into a pattern of under-eating and eventually starving myself. Partly because I genuinely didn't have much appetite, partly because I didn't have the will or energy to eat, partly because I told myself I didn't deserve food, partly because I liked the sense of control it gave me over my life, and of course, partly because I liked that I was finally losing weight. And I lost weight quickly.
The most severe this got was in February when I was involuntarily hospitalized. I attempted to CTB by VSED. After a few days I was transferred to an ER to receive fluids. I begrudgingly forced myself to start eating. My body eventually got used to it and my appetite returned. Soon enough, a flip switched and I started binging again. Chronic over-eating. Gaining lots of weight. Quickly.
This came to a head this morning when I realized how poorly my clothes are fitting. My pants bunch up uncomfortably around my legs and squeeze at my waist. My shirts ride up my back. My thighs are huge and spread out when I sit. My arms are flabby and my stomach gets bigger every day. I look and feel disgusting and I hate myself for it.
Here are the reasons I perceive as being behind my weight gain, ranked by significance:
- The chronic over-eating. Even if this is the main issue here, it would be hard to stop because I rely on it so much to cope and struggle enough just to get by as is.
- Lack of exercise. I'm completely sedentary. Exercise requires energy and motivation and actually giving a fuck, which depression has robbed me of.
- Meds associated with weight gain.