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I don't know what else more really needs to be said.
Tonight I hit a new low in that it's the first time I successfully forced myself to throw up. Not a lot. But enough to hate myself.
Normally I either chewed the food but didn't swallow, or if I did swallow I'd do overly intense exercise to 'make up for the binge'.
But this evening after, not even a particularly bad binge, but it was my second binge today and I had been so good and hadn't purged after the first binge, trying to tell myself it was okay
Well it clearly wasn't. I binged again after a conversation began to revolve around the concepts of eating and throwing up and it just... I don't know. I feel like that's a terrible reason to binge again, but I couldn't stop myself. I binged.
And when I was done binging, I was shaking, near crying, and like
Okay so the exercise purge, the entire disorder
I feel it came from my overly attentive calorie counting. I didn't get the disorder until early this year, however. I think. Maybe before. Anyway I didn't get it until after I lost the weight and I began to worry like hell that I was gonna put it all back on.
So even more than I used to when I was dieting to lose weight, I began to count calories. I counted them hard. I counted them often. If I don't count them I shake, and feel sick, and break into a sweat until I at least do some mental math to know my number at any given moment.
And knowing how hard I have to push myself to get it back in 'acceptable range'.
I've already a few times hurt myself from pushing so hard to try to get in that 'acceptable range'. I've also multiple times attempted to throw up but didn't.
Also fucking binging on food pointlessly and compulsively is hella expensive. Shit.
Anyway so tonight I
binged a second time because I dunno, I was triggered
And I did the math on how much I'd need to do. 1000 calories to burn.
Well, I was gonna try. I went to the place I usually kill myself in trying to purge, the old apartments I lived at. They have a fire escape staircase inside one of their towers. 24 flights of stairs. I do laps of that.
Well after doing the half mile to get there and one lap, I was feeling terrible. I just ate a bunch of food and drank a bunch of water and then was doing some intense working out and
on my second lap, i stopped at the floor that has the gym and some bathrooms just for anyone at the apartment to use and
I hunched over the toilet, thrust one hand into my stomach so hard that it hurt and made me gag, and shoved two fingers down my throat until I threw up.
Again, not a lot. But enough for me to realise that I'm getting worse. I was crying, shaking, sweating, my throat felt like fire, and the taste was terrible. I couldn't stand, my head felt light and my legs like lead. I had already walked, ignoring the purge aspect of the day, over 8 miles. My right leg was still hurting from my last purge.
And so after that I... just came home and typed all of this up.
I've been pretty damn open about my problems online through my life. I've been open about my history of depression and suicide attempts. The hallucinations. Gender issues and transitioning. My abusive father and how fucked up my childhood was.
So I figured, fuck it, what's one more thing.
I know that for other problems I've had, making my problems social instead of strictly personal helped. That feeling of social obligation to my peers, and in particular my friends, that I get when my problem is spread away from just me knowing has helped me multiple times in the past overcome problems and do what's best for me.
And that's the hope here.
I just hope that I can do what's best without getting a therapist. I'm not in a position where I can afford one. And the binging is costly on top of everything too. Even if I keep my costs for food under 5 dollars a day with the binging, I'd rather have food costs even lower or when they're not low, not waste the food on stupid compulsions.
So yeah.
Right now? I feel like actual human filth. Garbage. Stupid fucking fat ugly idiot worthless shitstain terrible person if she can even be called a person having so little control over mindless wasteful terrible compulsions, fuck.
I hate this part of myself. A lot. And it's becoming a bigger part of me- stress triggers the binging first, and the binge and purge cycle is raising my baseline stress level....
Not sure if that this will work out for me. But I've overcome worse. I'll overcome this.
I just hope I can do that without having to budget in therapy...
Tonight I hit a new low in that it's the first time I successfully forced myself to throw up. Not a lot. But enough to hate myself.
Normally I either chewed the food but didn't swallow, or if I did swallow I'd do overly intense exercise to 'make up for the binge'.
But this evening after, not even a particularly bad binge, but it was my second binge today and I had been so good and hadn't purged after the first binge, trying to tell myself it was okay
Well it clearly wasn't. I binged again after a conversation began to revolve around the concepts of eating and throwing up and it just... I don't know. I feel like that's a terrible reason to binge again, but I couldn't stop myself. I binged.
And when I was done binging, I was shaking, near crying, and like
Okay so the exercise purge, the entire disorder
I feel it came from my overly attentive calorie counting. I didn't get the disorder until early this year, however. I think. Maybe before. Anyway I didn't get it until after I lost the weight and I began to worry like hell that I was gonna put it all back on.
So even more than I used to when I was dieting to lose weight, I began to count calories. I counted them hard. I counted them often. If I don't count them I shake, and feel sick, and break into a sweat until I at least do some mental math to know my number at any given moment.
And knowing how hard I have to push myself to get it back in 'acceptable range'.
I've already a few times hurt myself from pushing so hard to try to get in that 'acceptable range'. I've also multiple times attempted to throw up but didn't.
Also fucking binging on food pointlessly and compulsively is hella expensive. Shit.
Anyway so tonight I
binged a second time because I dunno, I was triggered
And I did the math on how much I'd need to do. 1000 calories to burn.
Well, I was gonna try. I went to the place I usually kill myself in trying to purge, the old apartments I lived at. They have a fire escape staircase inside one of their towers. 24 flights of stairs. I do laps of that.
Well after doing the half mile to get there and one lap, I was feeling terrible. I just ate a bunch of food and drank a bunch of water and then was doing some intense working out and
on my second lap, i stopped at the floor that has the gym and some bathrooms just for anyone at the apartment to use and
I hunched over the toilet, thrust one hand into my stomach so hard that it hurt and made me gag, and shoved two fingers down my throat until I threw up.
Again, not a lot. But enough for me to realise that I'm getting worse. I was crying, shaking, sweating, my throat felt like fire, and the taste was terrible. I couldn't stand, my head felt light and my legs like lead. I had already walked, ignoring the purge aspect of the day, over 8 miles. My right leg was still hurting from my last purge.
And so after that I... just came home and typed all of this up.
I've been pretty damn open about my problems online through my life. I've been open about my history of depression and suicide attempts. The hallucinations. Gender issues and transitioning. My abusive father and how fucked up my childhood was.
So I figured, fuck it, what's one more thing.
I know that for other problems I've had, making my problems social instead of strictly personal helped. That feeling of social obligation to my peers, and in particular my friends, that I get when my problem is spread away from just me knowing has helped me multiple times in the past overcome problems and do what's best for me.
And that's the hope here.
I just hope that I can do what's best without getting a therapist. I'm not in a position where I can afford one. And the binging is costly on top of everything too. Even if I keep my costs for food under 5 dollars a day with the binging, I'd rather have food costs even lower or when they're not low, not waste the food on stupid compulsions.
So yeah.
Right now? I feel like actual human filth. Garbage. Stupid fucking fat ugly idiot worthless shitstain terrible person if she can even be called a person having so little control over mindless wasteful terrible compulsions, fuck.
I hate this part of myself. A lot. And it's becoming a bigger part of me- stress triggers the binging first, and the binge and purge cycle is raising my baseline stress level....
Not sure if that this will work out for me. But I've overcome worse. I'll overcome this.
I just hope I can do that without having to budget in therapy...
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