Good morning everybody!
Today’s post is a special one for me. Last night I had one of the biggest binges ever. Strangely, something inside me felt that this is the last time – the last binge ever. Now, I’ve told myself more times than I care to remember, ‘This is my last binge EVER’, and then I always binge again. But I just KNOW that yesterday was really the very last binge. I know it. I know it. I know it.
I am too tired of falling down. I am too tired of picking myself up again. I am tired of living in a exhausting, time-consuming, energy-consuming, emotionally draining life of binging, recovering, binging, recovering, binging, recovering . . .
I now look forward to a life of staying standing whatever it takes. While I was binging last night, I made myself aware of how much it hurts me – physically and emotionally. Intellectually, I always knew that binging hurt me, but I’ve never let myself truly FEEL it, because I’ve always felt so removed from my own body when I am binging – like I am watching myself from the outside. And then it is easy to just forget how much it hurt – and easy to fall into the binge trap again. But now that I’ve really felt the pain, I will never forget.
All of life’s challenges, sufferings and sadness I will now have to face without eating through it. And it is going to be very, very hard. But I know that it is going to get easier. Because that is what all you girls who’ve been binge-free for a while now have said – and I know that the same will be true for me. I am making this my number one priority and I’m going to work on it daily. Because for as long as I’m still binging, the rest isn’t really worth it.
Last night, I took out my journal and just started writing. I wrote out black on white all the lies that I have been telling myself about this disease that has kept me from healing myself, from breaking away completely. I am done with lying to myself about whether I am in control or not; whether I’m in danger of binging; whether I’m eating enough; whether I’m physically hungry; whether I’m tired, angry or lonely.
I’m excited about what lies ahead. I’m scared of what lies ahead. But I know that this will make me stronger. I’m looking forward to not having to lose weight all the time, to not having to compensate for my last binge, to not constantly worrying when my next binge is going to happen, to not having to deal with depressing post-binge days.
I will visit the Forum regularly and I will also keep posting. I consider this fundamental to my recovery. I know that I can get the support I need here.
I’m feeling good. I’m feeling hopeful. I actually feel like buying myself something today. I’m thinking flowers.
(I apologise for the length of this post – in future I’ll keep it short!)