Well...
My name's China. Hello, ALL! I guess the time has come for me to start my own journal. I've been poking around this site for the last 2 or 3 months and have been so inspired and comforted by all of you ladies...I just can even describe it. This binge eating is such a lonely place. And I'm in such a cycle of healthy eating and managing stress and feeling my feelings (that's a biggie for me). I'll be on a roll for weeks, and then one day, CRACK! I'll have a deadline (I'm a writer for a national health and fitness magazine—I feel like such a friggin' hypocrite!), or PMS cravings or erratic emotions will hit, or some other tension in my life will surface that makes me reach for food to cope. Just like that, I'm back on a week-long eating bender. That's exactly what happened on Friday. To make a deadline, I ended up staying at the office until midnight, way longer than I needed to, because I was bingeing and raiding the communal fridge (yes, I am a food thief—how repulsive am I???!!!). I'm so ashamed..I can't even put it into words. I've eaten people's frozen dinners, snacks, cupcakes—it's a shame.
I know why it happened...The stress of the deadline, the temporary relief that food gives me and the thrill I get from eating it (is that perverse! i actually get a high from bingeing!), the idea that I'm there in the office all alone am obligated to meet the deadline, it just pushes me to do something forbidden—and like a dumbass I ate and ate and ate.
It started with me allowing myself to have a treat earlier that day (some fro-yo and peanut butter mixed in). I was OK after that, I thought. But it seemed to have opened a door—later that day, after I completed an interview I've been trying to get all week, I started having food thoughts. Then I began reasoning why it'd be Ok to have this and that, even though I wasn't hungry. Before I knew it, I was bingeing.
I generally stay away from dairy b/c I'm severely lactose intolerant and milk products make me break out on my face and back, and yet I STILL ate it. Why? Because I'm a rebel, and an idiot. And I want to revolt against my own biology. I hate the idea of rules and restrictions unless they're mine, but then I rebel against my own rules, too.
What I'm trying to say is that this ED is not for a lack of acknowledgement or analysis. I'm not a mindless eater. I'm a stress eater and an emotional eater. And I swear that I know exactly what I'm doing when I binge, and I want to stop myself. But I just reach a point that's so low...I give up. I feel as if the healthy, happy life I"m trying to create will never be mine...and I'm not worth it anyway...and the escape of food, however short, is a better option than dealing with the state of things (the stress, or loneliness, or anger) as they are. I'm just hurting so badly. And I wonder if I'm addicted to the hurt, like, am I addicted to being the victim? I've spent my entire adolescence and young adult life abusing myself one way or another, whether with men, or drugs, or food. This agony is very familiar and I wonder, deep down, do I really want to change? It seems a ridiculous question: Who in her right mind would choose this life? Well, I'm choosing it. And that's shamefully ridiculous.
I've been having suicidal thoughts for the past few weeks. I know I'll never follow through with them; I'm to much of a pussy to take that kind of control over my life (then there's the Christian guilt to manage). But I can't deny that whenever I see a passing train or bus, I just wonder if I should fling my body in front of the thing and just forget it. Why not just jump off this ledge and end it?
I guess somewhere, even in the midst of all this pain and shame and self-hatred (because that's what this ED is...it's me manifesting my hate for myself, which I've always had and I don't know why), I still think, by God's grace, one day I might get it right. I might fix myself. And each time I dig my way out a binge episode I wonder if this will be the time that it clicks for me. I don't restrict, or count calories, or work out too much (I used to do all those things). But I've learned from you ladies that that's not the way to go to beat this thing.
Now I think the cure for me is, in the moments when the urge to binge comes on so strongly, and i feel like I can't do anything else in the world but stuff 10 cookies in my mouth, I have to know remember that that road leads me here. And I hate how I feel now. Not bingeing will carry me into a future where I'll actually be truly content within myself.
This is so longwinded, and thanks for reading, if you've come this far. I just need to share the ugly parts of this ED and really no one else gets it. I need your help. I don't know how I'll do this alone, so I need all of you to help me. I'm so tired of it, and then, I'm scared to walk away from it, too. I don't know what a life without self-deprication looks like. I imagine its good, but I'm scared. Can you ladies tell me how you've come through? Also, when that urge to binge floods over your whole body—that's how it feels for me, like I'm being knocked over by a wave—what do you do? How do you move forward without giving in?
Better days are ahead, yes? You're too kind to read this. Thank you for listening. It just means so much...
Soon,
China in the City