immanuelle: Confessions - I reckon we are all entitled to at least one whiny thread posting semi-annually.
I have had a problem with eating disorders since I was about 14 years old. During my lifetime, I have spoken with professionals, have read everything there is to read about Anorexia Nervosa and Bulimia and in recent years have thought that I have come to terms with it. I struggle with it every day, but have for the most part do the right thing, but it rears it's ugly head periodically, especially during times of stress. If I look at BMI (Body Mass Indices), Weight - Height charts etc, I rationally know that I am underweight, however psychologically it is a different thing. In that respect I cannot see myself as I probably am. My last relationship/friendship ended in a large part due to this. He spent all the time we spent together trying to get me to eat. I of course wouldn't (also in part because I just resist being told what to do).
So fast forward to the present. I quit smoking in January with a whole lot of you here on CS. My biggest obstacle was to accept that I would gain weight. I did it. I accepted it, I gained weight, but I beat the nicotine addiction. I told myself that I will deal with the weight gain after the smoking thing is no longer an issue. I am ok with that.
Last night, the lovely man I have been dating for the last 3 month was rubbing my tummy. Off the cuff, I said, 'Oh man, I miss my old tummy, lean and trim. Give me a few more months and I will have it back. He looked shocked and said, 'Oh, you are skinny, I would not like it, if you were any slimmer'. I felt hackles on the back of my neck. The conversation in the following minutes were akward to say the least...........I realized that I am far from being cured of my eating disorder.
Ahh bab. You deserve a medal. It truely takes alot to speak out abut such a thing..I should know...
I have same condition. Mine was caused/used as a way to feel as if I could actually control something in my life.. With abusive uncles and a verbally and physically abusive mother.. I was always told I was a worthless piece of crap.. At least with food, I could control how I looked and felt. And with always being told I am crap.. I believed it. So always wanted to be thinner. I honestly thought if really thin that was a good look. My mom would love me.... I would have days when all I wanted to do was eat, I thought it's ok, eat, then go vomit it up later and take plenty of laxitives........... I finally got myself together after having my first child. I was still conscious of weight and food. But I controlled IT, not other way round....Till I met my ex hubby and with him violence started - mum uncle thing all over again - So again I was thinking I was a worthless piece of crap. I felt as if I didn't even deserve to have my kids or to even live...I felt that bad about myself... I starved myself, to a point where i weighed 6 1/2 stone and my hair was falling out, I had a big bald patch right on top of my head....... My doctor, after visiting him about my fainting, put me on various medication, prozac was one but didn't agree with me, then we found one that suited - Citalopram...It deals with my depression and Body dysmorphic disorder. For several yrs now, I have been back in control, even rellished putting on the extra weight (wow I have boobies now!! LOL) But I do still have odd days where I think I am so over weight. I very rarely look at myself in mirror but when I do on a bad day all I see is someone the size of Pavarotti....
I truely understand what you are going through... And major respect to you.