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Hunger games

Read the Hunger Games series? It’s pretty good, though has nothing to do with eating disorders like I thought it did. I hear the clock in my living room ticking and tocking. The ticks remind me it’s dinner time, as if I needed the reminder. I don’t. I’m painfully aware that it’s time to eat. My stomach rumbles. Something inside of me smiles at the emptiness, at the depletion. Hunger is a comfort. Hunger is safe. I’m probably using this blog posting as a stalling technique. “Can’t eat now. I need to finish my post, get out my feelings” I …

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Trouble Ahead

The content of this post is frightening me. Rereading it, I can’t believe I’m going to hit the “publish” button. It serves to show how desperate I am. This is the only place I have to turn to right now. I have no friends to talk to. No therapist to listen to me. I knew I was in trouble earlier. I wanted to binge and purge. I don’t know why. I had been dreaming of it ever since last night. I managed to stave it off last night but this morning I was unaccountably anxious, so I took two of …

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How to cope when you want to act out

The question was asked of me on Formspring what I do to not act out when I’ve eaten something risky. I thought I would address this question here because I’ve heard from many readers who deal with dissociation and also have eating disorders. I believe it is worthwhile to address this here because coping extends not just to eating something risky, but also to other behaviors, such as restricting, bingeing, purging, over-exercise or binge eating. Crisp, cold watermelon on a hot, humid day equals relief. And a mighty tasty snack. Stick a fork in the watermelon…I’m done.The worst part for …

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Hell hath no fury

I am not in the best of moods. I am very angry at myself. It was a whole weekend of being angry at myself. There is a picture I keep as my wallpaper on my computer of a time when Husband and I went to Charleston. In the picture I look very happy, big grin on my face. But I don’t look thin. While nutritionist would argue, argue, argue that I’m at a healthy weight in the picture, I don’t feel thin, and if I don’t feel thin then I feel dirty and vulnerable. I want to feel thin and …

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Too fat to die

I need help stopping my downward spiral. I know of at least one alter that is suicidal; some are apathetic, and others don’t want to die this fat. The last statement is really silly, I know. But that is how this mind works. I cancelled my therapy appointment today because I didn’t feel pretty enough to put on my nice dresses, which, incidentally, make me feel more attractive and like I want to wear my maxi dresses. I’ve had a hysterectomy and I have no idea where I am on the cycle (they left my ovaries), but I think I’m …

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Welcome to the party

I had decided not to write, and the words just weren’t in me. But I can not be silent for my own sake. My heart hurts. My soul aches and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I’m stressed beyond tolerance; I’m broken down inside. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve been reduced from the full day program to the half day program and I am scared out of my mind. What will happen if I’m only half present? What will I do when the craving to binge and purge is beyond my ability to …

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