I’m a little bit unsettled after seeing the movie Bride Wars. It wasn’t the movie itself that bothered me; it was that D. insisted I had taken our god-daughters already to see the movie. I went over it back and forth in my mind and felt adamant that I hadn’t seen the movie. Even as the movie was being played I tried to see if I could remember a scene here or a scene there.
After the movie I phoned my god-daughters to see if they could remember seeing the movie. C. gave me a play by play of the movie and said I took her and her sister. I remember none of that.
Week 1 in PHP went fairly well. We begin week 2 tomorrow. I do fine while I’m there. I eat 100% of my meals and snacks. It’s when we’re not there that causes a problem. Behaviors run unchecked and I act like an ass.
The weekend has been pivotal for myself and my husband, D. It has just been relaxing and we’ve had some good talks about my D.I.D. and the eating disorder. I’ve always told people he is supportive and caring. But this weekend he astounded me of how supportive he really is. We were able to talk and let him inside the dark halls in our mind. We openly talked about D.I.D. and what that means for him, me, and us. He helped us at the grocery store when we were going to get a possible binge food and he lovingly and gently asked if I was really sure if I wanted to buy it. He helped me make the decision for myself which was not to buy the food that could set me up for a binge.
This weekend has brought me the satisfaction of cooking. I made a delicious cake and had a little taste. I love to cook; I stopped cooking because it just got to be too much for me. I couldn’t make a list of the grocery items I would need and couldn’t manage going into the grocery store because I would be completely overwhelmed. I would stare at the apples for fifteen minutes trying to get the one that looked okay to purchase.That’s a mild case of the anxiety that hits me up hard every day. Now D. and I go shopping together so it’s less anxiety provoking.
I would like to start cooking meals again; now there is no reason to really cook since I won’t eat the food. It pains me to see others enjoying their food. The whole time they are eating I study them to find out how come they aren’t upset over the calories or that they’ll turn into one big mass of fat.
Projection? Maybe. Nevertheless, I envy people who can intuitively eat. My eating has always been disordered: over 20 years. I don’t know what it’s like to eat food and not obssess over the calories and fat content. I’ve been chained too long in my eating disorder. I don’t know where I went wrong or what I did. I just don’t get “it”. Makes me very sad.