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Humperd1nk$

Well, the job at the bar didn't work out so well. Last Sunday, I worked 10 hours and made only 20 dollars! It also seems I have this problem with guy customers or co-workers who ask for my phone number. I'm not interested, but if I say no (and they know I am single) they won't tip me well. So I feel obligated.

Fortunately, I got a job at this great restaurant, right next to Six Flags and R@nger Stadium, called Humperd1nk$. Haha, like from the Princess Bride, remember? It's super tough and there are 7 days of training, but I think they make great money there. Plus, the food is amazing. It's funny, all the guys up there seem to have tattoos. In fact, there's this cute manager whose my age and is all tatted up. I don't know if he's my type, though, but I get nervous around him. Anyway, I'm THRILLED to have this job and will NOT mess it up like the other ones. Plus, working helpes the bulimia be less prevalent, so that is an advantage.

Now THIS is what I'm freaking out about. Travis (the ex) is coming to stay at my apt for a week or two. He knows about the binging thing, and I've done it in front of him before, but he tries to stop me. I get so mad when he does that, but I really feel guilty and hate doing it in his presence. I want to badly to be "good" while he is here. You know, just eat healthy, go to work, have him train me (he's a personal trainer), keep the apt clean, and go to work. I would LOVE for things to be normal.

I still haven't heard back from the health insurance people about treatment, but now that I have a good job, I don't think it would be a good idea to leave. Oh, and I will post pics of Calypso next time using Travis' camera!

New Job

Perhaps (?) my luck is changing. I have literally NO money, but start work tomorrow at a nice sports bar. Nothing shady lol. I can't wait, and they even said I could have a few tables tomorrow. I will work every night if I can. I am in a little (not much)debt and HATE owing people. Also, I have a non paid ticket and do not want to go to jail. Been there, done that. Long story.

You know what I love now? Sex and the City. I just watch the reruns since I don't have cable, but I can't wait to see the movie. Have any of you seen it? Travis refuses to go. I never saw the episodes on HBO, so I might rent the DVD's. Then again, I don't want to see any man-parts.

I got a new kitten a month or so ago. She's black and white and the runt. I got her at 5wks, so she was tiny. Drank formula, but is on kitten food now. Her name is Calypso, so now I have her and Cosmos living with me. Sometimes they're the only thing good I have in my life. She's funny, though, she loves people food and will eat anything I have left over or even while I'm trying to eat (which is frequently). Cosmos, however, likes to eat her kitten food. What am I going to do with them?

Update

Well, well, well, if ANYONE reads this blog anymore, it's a wonder, as I haven't updated in ages. So here goes.... I think I'm over my whole bar/hooking-up-with-random-guys phase. It lasted for a few months, but now it's back to solitary. A few changes over the new year.

First, I got a new car (yay!) an 03 carbon metallic Mustang. My old one was a 98 Mustang and guess what? I unknowingly ruined the engine by failing to put oil in it. The downside to all this is a $393 monthly car payment which my mom will attempt to make seeing as I am not currntly employed.

The job thing. I WAS working at a nice restaurant, but of course screwed it up by oversleeping due to not taking my meds due to the bulimia. Nice. So I'm waiting to hear back from PF Ch@ngs tomorrow, as I had two interviews there last week. Keep your fingers crossed, I NEED this job! Although, I'm also waiting to hear back from insurance to see if they will send me to Laureate (a treatment center in OK). This will take months, so I might have to put school on hold for another semster, but I'm ready to go and get well.

Socally, not much going on. Travis (the ex) and I hang out regularly and talk every day. We are so weird. I don't know what I want and neither does he, but we can't do anything till I get better. I miss dating other guys, but I'm too lazy and fat to go to the bar lately. I need to get my ass out of this apartment. (Oh, I moved to a fabulously cute new apt.) Okay, this is long enough. I just can't sleep.

Bad Girl

If this isn't bad, I don't know what is. I've kissed 4 different guys in the past week. That one at the library and three others. I went to a bar Friday night with a guy from one of my classes. I danced with some girls and it was so much fun! He wasn't acting that interested in me (he's really laid back). Then we went back to his apartment and just started messing around. Luckily, I kept saying no to the sexual persuasions. It was funny, though, all that goes by so quickly in a flash when you're drunk!

Thursday night I went to Windstar (a casino) with this dude who is 4.5 years younger than me. He kept wanting to hang out, also I was like whatever. But he was so sweet and complimentary to me, that I started liking him. It's crazy, though, he lost 500 dollars at the casino, but I just used 20. He wasn't too upset. We were holding hands and talking on the drive home. Then he came up to my apartment to "cuddle," and we started making out and stuff. Here's the amazing part: he's a VIRGIN! That is definitly a turn on! He didn't try to have sex, so that was a huge relief. Anyway, the next day he kept texting me asking if I liked him and trying to get me not to go on dates w other guys, but I played it coy. I'm not going to let some guy walk all over me.

Last night was by far the best. I had a date (going to the bar) with this guy I met a year ago online and went out with 3 times. He's 25 and a pro golfer, plus very polite, mature, and gorgeous. But we never kissed, so I didn't know if he was really interested ever. We meet up at this bar (I told him nowhere fancy!) with freaking valet parking. Yeah, I don't go for all that. Once I had a few cherry vodka sours, I was okay. We talked for a long time, drank a lot, and danced a little. Finally, when we were dancing and my inhibitions were fading, I put my arm around his neck and kissed him. He seemed to like it, so yay for no rejection! He said I have to call him, though. I hate calling guys.

On the way home, I convinced N, the 19yr old, to come over bc he'd just left the club. So he was really drunk I guess, but I was so glad to see him. I think I like him a lot. He kept telling me to come cuddle with him if I left him on the couch alone, and yeah, it was a great time. He might be too wild for me, though. He slept on the chair and I on the couch. He just makes me really happy to be around him.

So in all irony, guess who messages me today? Travis, sayiing, "I hate this, I miss you." Guys, what was I supposed to say to that? He wanted to break up bc of the ed and said we weren't in love, but now he misses me? I told him not to message me ever unless he wanted me back. So I don't know what he wants. I like being single, but in the future, I can't picure having a family with anyone else. I just know he's going to find a better girl than me and fall in love. I can't think about us or it hurts too much, so I just focus on other guys. What do I do?

The only good news of the week is that I managed not to b/p on Wed. Maybe I can shoot for two days this week. I want that abstinence back more than anything! Oh, even more GOOD news! I got the job at Br1ght0n! So over the break I will be doing that and taking a wintermester class. (And hopefully dating!) Just have to get this eating under control.

Crazy Night

It's 4am right now and I have 2 tests tomorrow. AAAhhh! I was at the library studying (and on match.com and talking) for 8 hours. I doubt if I'm going to sleep, but that's cool. Tonight was drama. First of all, I found out this guy I liked a year ago, but had never met in person, was sitting with his friends right next to me. He introduced himself and we were all joking around. So he asks for some gum and I said, "What do I get?" He asked what I wanted. I said a kiss. So anyway... we were walking around and on the stair landing I asked when we were going to kiss, he said whenever, so I went for it. My heart was pounding and I was so nervous. It was fun, but I don't know if I did a good job, lol! He said I was a pretty good kisser, but I doubt he thought so. First kisses with a guy usually aren't that great bc you have to adapt to each others' styles. We talked and he said he wants to hang out, so we'll see. I already have a major crush on him!

Then this other guy I had hit on called and asked to pick me up for coffee. I'm not really into him after talking on the phone, but hey, attention and interaction with guys is necessary for me. We go to Starbucks and he keeps staring at me and calling me "smokin." Not to mention he kept looking down at my boobs. He asked why Travis and I broke up. I said I had some health issues that got in the way. He looked concerned and I said, "Nothing major like cancer." Then he asked if it was an STD and I said no. He starts acting really strange and says we should go. In the car, he said he wasn't ready to date and all this crap and kept incenuating that I had an STD! His ex hates me, and I think she made this up and told him. I have never in my life been treated that way! So he wouldn't believe me about not having one and as he dropped me off back at school, I finally got fed up and told him I have an eating disorder and walked away. He kept trying to apologize and tell me how "hot" I was then. He even said, "If you have an ed and look that great, all women should have an ed!" Can you believe it? What an ignorant jerk!

In other news, I have an interview tomorrow for a holiday job. It's at a Bright0n store at the mall. I really need it. I will also be taking a winter minimester (Global Cultures, yay) over the break. If I keep up with school, I can even graduate at the end of summer! After 6 years of college, lol!

Thanksgiving was fun. I ate two medium size plates of food, but wasn't stuffed. I didn't purge. I did take lax's. Bad, I know. My teenage cousins and I saw Enchanted at the theater. If you are a romantic or need a good laugh, it's a great movie to see, even for adults! Unfortunately, I got in a foul mood after being around all that food and not binging all day. So I did it at home later that night. I really want one day of abstinence. I know that can lead to recovery, but I'm just asking for one day. Thank you for reading! I'll probably post again this weekend.

Relapse, alcohol

Well I'm drunk or buzzed, yay! Unforutunately in bed alone. Althjough if a guy were here we'd only be making out. But...so tonight my roommate and I went to bar and I had some beer (I haven't drank in sooo long). And a semi cute guy talked to us and bought us a drink. Whatever and then I saw a cute guy and introduced myself bc you know all that fake confidence is just working!! So I had to talk to both of them separately. I met a really cool girl there too, she taught english and is working on her phD, impressive! so I masked the perpetual deparaession for a few hours.

Bad, bad, bad. I went 3.5 days withough b/p. Then today Travis comes over and we have a talk. He said we're maybe not on a break and maybe not broken up forever. He wants me to fxi my ed and irresponsibility. The weird thing was I didn't have any cravings till he got here then I was overwhelmed with food cravings. Almost shaking. He thinks I do better without him. I have been going to the gym and eating healthy for the last few days. So why does his presence or us being togethr make me want to binge? He thinks he is the cause of making it worse! Could that be true? Say it is isn't so! Please, please, pray for me to fight the monster ED. I am determined.

Hurting

I feel so lonely right now and hurting so much. Travis and I just broke up. 3 years off and on down the drain. He says he loves me but can't be in love partly bc of the ed thing. Whatever, he'll find someone better and love her and marry her. All that time in my life was wasted with him. I have NOTHING now. I mean it. School is so screwed up bc I haven't been going to class due to eating. I have no brothers or sisters, no friends, just nothing.

So now I hate bulimia more than ever. I kind of want to die I hate life so much. Just not be here. It would feel so much better. No matter what I'm done with bulimia. No more binging or purging. It has destroyed my life. I'm not giving in to it. Ever. Whatever it takes, screaming, crying, bleeding, drinking, smoking, fucking. I don't care. And I hate the "f" word btw. So bulimia has gone out the door, like Travis, to be a part of my life no more.

Raw

Okay, so I'm not going on a diet. But there is something new I'm trying. I've been watching some videos on you tube about eating raw and all the benefits: clearer skin, more energy, weight regulation, less sickness, etc. I've also viewed some great raw recipes on you tube for cold soups, green smoothies, "cookies", practically anything. It all inspired me to buy a ton of fruits and veggies and try eating mostly raw. That's not to say I'm going to stop binging or indulging in light frappucinos, but I will be "digesting" 90% raw food. Most advocates say it also reduces cravings for cooked food and sweets, so I'm going to try it for a while and see. Whatever it takes for me to stop eating and go to class!

In other news, Travis, my supposed bf, hasn't called in about 4 days or texted! He calls me everyday, usually multiple times, so I know something's up. Whatever, I'm not going to cry over it, as I have a prospect or two in mind. I guess I'll assume we're broken up. It's so weird, though because we didn't have a fight or anything. Maybe he finally met someone better. I knew that would happen eventually. All he has to do is find a cute girl without an eating disorder and there ya go.

I'm really going to try not to binge today. It will get difficult when Desperate Housewives comes on, though. I'm making a raw soup tonight with: tomatoes, spinach, garlic, cucumber, basil, olive oil, lemon juice, and water. The fat in the olive oil should make me feel full, but we'll see. Let me know if any of you try it!

Halloween

I have a Halloween joke for you guys (kinda dirty!): Why don't ghosts have to wear condoms?
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Answer: Because they have hollow-weenies! Hahahaha, that was the cutest joke Ive heard in a long time. So, I've been doing nothing. Just eating and sleeping and sleeping. Luckily, my Wellbutrin came in the mail today so things should get better soon and we'll see if I can salvage my classes. I have a psych lab test in an hour and some homework to do so I'm gonna try to finish it before class. I'll probably do nothing tonight after lab. Fun. Anyway, ya'll have a safe Halloween!

Frustration

Well I was waiting to have a day or so of good news/eating to post again, but that looks doubtful. I just got a letter (on top of a dirty cookie pan) from my roommate about how I need to be more clean and do more in the kitchen, seeing as she just cleaned it, yaddah yaddah yaddah. Okay, there are like 2 dishes in the sink, no crap on the counters, and a bag of trash in a paper whole foods bag by the trashcan. It's way cleaner than my mom's kitchen ever was growing up at home! It doesn't smell, and there's no grime! It's also cleaner than my bf's kitchen EVER is! I mean wtf does she expect? Perfection? I guess we just have different standards, but I keep it so much cleaner now than when I lived alone. Here's a nice excerpt, "I am growing more and more upset aout the cleanileness or lack thereof....the dishes left wherever (NOT)....trash being left on the floor (NOT!)....If things don't change I won't hesitate to move home or to another apartment." Well, lol, the girl is so overexaggerating, plus she can't spell many of the words written, AND ALL the furniture NICE furniture in the apartment is MINE! So I say good luck to her finding a roommate as anal as she, and good luck finding a prefurnished apartment!!! In fact, I just might take a pic of the apt for my next post. Yeah, so I'm off now to shut my mouth and "clean" the clean kitchen.

*Update*
After a few days of ignoring each other and a return slightly harsh letter I wrote to her, she said something. Seems we'll both be compromising and I'll try to do a little better on my part. Maybe the binging will subside now? Well, at least that's one less thing to stress about.

Ice Cream and Anxiety

As I sit here, watching the end of Desperate Housewives, drinking my laxative tea, I'm filled with anxiety. Why? Because I ate ice cream for dinner. Sure, only 300 cals worth, and organic, but I still feel like a blown up ballon (with cellulite). My mind knows I've not overindulged today, but my body and emotions are in a state of overwhelming alarm. Earlier at Wal Mart, where I usually buy my binge food, the anxiety was pretty bad. I scrutinized each item I bought. "What if it's not organic? What would happen if I ingested fruit yogurt?" (Some sources say fruit is best only consumed alone because it ferments other food in your stomach.) Just CRAZY CRAZY thoughts running through my head. So the ice cream sits, in my stomach, but mostly in the freezer...just waiting...

Okay I can't binge today bc It's been a week withough abstinance. A horrible, sleepy, irresponsible week that I want to forget. Must be strong tonight bc I have therapy tomorrow. I'm not even gonna go into what's wrong with Travis and I, but that's not so great. I just need to hear that he loves me, and not in an email.

A guy at my school was found dead in his apartement. I read it in the school newspaper and realized I knew him. He was so friendly, outgoing, upbeat, someone you like to be around. My mom and I would go eat at the restaurant where he worked and he always waited on us. He remembered my name. I can't imagine how his friends and family feel. It seems like the ones who go early are so vibrant and special in their life. How ironic.

One more thing. I'm doing a research paper on the risk factors of eating disorders and have stumbled across some fascinating theories. Listen to this one, "They (bulimics) perceived their fathers as more controlling and less affectionate. Mothers were associated with perceived high levels of maternal affection and low levels of maternal control." That hit the nail right on the head. Pretty accurate description of my childhood. Not that I'm complaining, I'm thankful to have not been abused or completely ignored. The question that matters is "will I get these notecards for the paper done by Tuesday?" lol.

Okay, I'm going to do some work, take a sleepy pill, and try to ward of the urges. Happy end-of-weekend!

Screw the Scale

Something big happened this morning. I woke up, weighed myself (as usual), and saw I'd gained a pound after a day of very mild eating and no purging. Finally, and abstinent day! This pound inspirted my ED voice to yell, "TAKE TRAVIS HOME, GET FOOD, EAT, EAT, PUKE!" It tried to convince me that if I wasn't rewarded after a day of eating right, then I don't deserve to keep down anything. I thought of all the food I could exploit, desired it, and got pissed again. I'm sick of the scale making me feel bad or good or obsessed with numbers! It has been my special friend dictating my self-worth for 4 years! NO FREAKIN MORE!

So I grabbed the scale, hammer, and Travis, and ran down 3 flights in my pj's to the dumpster. I hit it, smashed it, pummelled it, over and over into 1000 pieces. It felt great. No longer will I let ED's tool be in my home.

I'm still disappointed and feel huge, but moving to a new phase of life, graduating college, means leaving this gloomy shadow behind. Not saying I won't binge/purge, but not right now and not constantly. My goal: I shall not binge for over an hour at a time, and not more than once a day. It doesn't thrill me the way it used to.

Finished the project for the psych professor. Next week they may teach me data entry, and later gathering recent literature on specific health psych topics. The 6 hours I spent volunteering there this week were so better spent than had I been home eating. This Wellbutrin doesn't let me sleep much, though. Did you know less sleep can raise cortisol and other hormones which attribute to fat gain? Must learn more about that...... This weekend will be challenging. Any of you get rest, have safe fun, and enjoy it!

New

I'm going to be okay. I'm never going to be perfect, and I may never be completely happy with myself, but things are going to be okay. So many things have happened this week! Went to therapy today, helping with research/revision in the psychology dept, head of a psych society committee, added a new antidepressant (Wellbutrin), making A's on my tests, and more.

My binges are once a day, and have even been cut down to an hour or less (as opposed to 1.5). There is a huge shift in my brain it seems. I'm desiring something more, a goal, something to be excited and passionate about. This is the role bulimia filled for me, but it's just not doing it anymore. Any ideas on a replacement?

I love psychology, but don't know what field to go into, there are so many: counseling, experimental, health, etc. I have this overwhelming need to learn and dig and DO something now. My mind never stops going. This can be a BAD thing when I'm sitting in class feeling fat, noticing thinner girls, thinking of food. But I need an avenue for those thoughts, which want to go a different direction now. I'm thinking maybe doing free tutuoring for middle or hs students, but don't know how to go about it.

Tomorrow is my bf's bday. We're driving to my hometown to watch my cousin, a cheerleader and the game. He loves football, but not the drive, so he's beeing a sweetheart to drive me down there. I hope this weekend is good binge-wise, and that I get a lot of work done. I hope all of you have the same optimistic attitude I do in this moment.

Uncertainty

Today sucks. Last night sucked. I am beyond pissed and hurt. Maybe I need to take my Abilify which I ran out of. Whatever, that doesn't change the fact that Travis probably doesn't love me. How do you date no one else for 3 years and waste your time on them, but not love them? I don't understand. I just got tired of him never telling me how he feels and got mad last night. We even drove to the restaurant and left bc he "didn't want to eat if I was going to be that way all night". So I was like fine. But he acts like he doesn't know what I want. All I want is love! How hard is it to say? And if he doesn't love me, why doesn't he break up with me? And why does he call me like 4 times a day? I guess we might be broken up. I don't know. But I was supposed to go to a car wash for psychology society today and didn't bc I was up all night binging. Then this morning I binged but didn't purge till waaay later, and that's how I got so freakin fat in the first place! If Travis and I break up, I'd better learn to get skinny again so I can find some dates! AAAHHHHH! Plus, I have to do this paper today in APA format, which I don't know, along with other homework. I can't concentrate, though. Sorry for all the negativity. I have a new psychologist appt on Monday, so that should be good. Made an A on spanish test. Okay that was one good thing. But I still hate myself.

Update

Even if no one reads my blog anymore, I suppose it will be theraputic to post. Here goes... I've gained a bunch of weight. Let's say I'm 20 lbs above my goal weight. And if it's progress, my gw is NOT my lowest weight. Yeah, none of my jeans fit and I find my body really ugly and average right now. Then again, I never got the joy I'd expected when I was at my gw, either. So whatever, more importan than attaining this gw is for me to graduate college soon. Things are looking up!
I've not been missing any of my 5 and 1/2(that's pilates, lol) classes this semester. My top priority each day is completing assignments and studying, not binging. I LOVE having a sense of purpose now, aiming for all A's, considering grad school, and of course, planning out a cute outfit each night for the school day! There's something about dressing up that makes me feel important.
Unfortunately, it's still here, visiting for an hour or two each day, returning multiple times on the weekends. Filling my thoughts constantly during precious class hours. Bulimia is the dark shadow suffocating my life. It is also my security blanket. What to do? Small steps I suppose. I make a meal plan each night for the following day. I surf the internet or do homework to avoid binging. Next week I have an appointment with one of the school psychologists. There is progress and I am thankful, but it is hard not to want to suddenly get better.
I can't forget this. Travis (my ex) and I are back together. We aren't perfect, but we're happy. I want to get better for him almost as much as for myself. I see how hard he works and know I can put forth similar effort in life.

Still Struggling

Well I'm still here...barely, it feels like. Last semester didn't go so well with school. I made an A and a C, but had to take two incompletes. Luckily, I was able to finish with a B in one of those classes and still have a test to take for the other. This semester, I'm only in 3 "real" classes and pilates. Since I never workout, pilates is great because it is relaxing and uplifting while providing some toning. It also doesn't require much energy which is great because I never have any to give. It just amazes me how people can get through a day of school or work without feeling fatigued or exhausted. Will I ever be normal enough to do that?

The bulimia is not good lately. I went somewhere for a while where I could not binge (and therefore had 2 weeks of abstinence), but ever since returning I've gone crazy and just felt like I have to binge at least once a day, usually twice. Ugh, what a waste of time, energy, and money. It really pisses me off. Yesterday, for example, I had a healthy lunch put energy and effort into my hair and makeup to go up to the library to do some schoolwork for a few hours. After an hour, I could barely concentrate because I was so desperate to binge. It was so hard to focus on the material, so I only skimmed over 2 chapters.

Travis and I have been talking a little. He actually came over last night for a few hours. It was the first time seeing each other in a long time. Weird, you would think, but things are always the same between us no matter how long we're apart. I don't know why we can't just be friends or something. If he got a girlfriend or I got a boyfriend, it would make moving on a lot more realistic. But he says he doesn't want a relationship right now, and I doubt I could be a good gf anyway...

On a positive note, I've been going to some bible studies at my school. I always try to talk myself out of going because being around new people is intimidating, but my mom says that's the devil trying to keep me away. One of them is a baptist group which is pretty huge, but we break into small groups after singing. That one I feel really awkward going to... The other is a Church of Christ group that is smaller, but more comfortable feeling. I was raised baptist, but I think I'll keep going to both till I figure out which one speaks to me more.

Cosmos

This is my new baby kitten, Cosmos. He meows like a dinosaur! Luna (big sister kitty) took a while to get used to him, but I caught her giving him a bath. I guess Luna thinks he is her baby now!

Forward and Backward

I don't know really what to post since I hate posting negative things so much. Things were going really okay for a whole 5 1/2 days. Thats how long I actually went without bingeing or purging. In the past three years, that's the longest amount of abstainence from bulimia I've had. You know, at the time, the days weren't that unbearably hard. Sure, little annoyances were tough to deal with, but each day became easier and clearer. The amazing thing was that I began to notice the small moments or things we overlook that are funny or beautiful. Sometimes I found myself smiling for no reason and enjoying coming into contact with new people. Going to class was much easier, as was studying. The hard part is forcing myself to eat, eat often, sometimes in class, and to make the best choices. For some people, going slightly overboard or making a rash choice is harmless, but for me, I always let it give me permission to binge, throw up, and maybe not eat for the rest of the day.
Perhaps the difference was made by adding Abilify (tiny amount of a schizo. medicine) although the motivation has subsided somewhat now. Or it could be the few Overeaters Anon meetings I attended were helpful. There are some amazing people who have been OA memebers for years. One lady I met said she had been in a wheelchair due to her weight, and has lost 100 lbs. (solely through OA) and been abstinent for over a year now. Either the program or the person must be extremely powerful to pull someone out of a wheelchair after weight caused that. The meetings do help, but I feel like the members are much stronger and further along than I. They have one every day, so why haven't I gone in a week? Maybe I don't feel worthy of going right now because lately I've been throwing up every day and just not living a real life. I thought one time after that many days wouldn't hurt, but it pretty much sucked me back in, and now I can't stop again.
Thanksgiving is so soon, and I want to see everyone again, especially my cousins. I'm determined we will all go ice skating or something! However, the middle 2 are teenagers and hard to keep up with, lol! Not sure if my parents and I are going there or staying just us 3 in my hometown. I'm hoping if there are lots of people around, the eating will be easier to moderate, because I know at home with my parents I'll go crazy with food. My Dad doesn't even really talk to me, just looks with disgust or disbeleif. Nothing I do is right for him, so it doesn't matter anyway. If I eat all the food he'll be pissed and if I barely eat like when I started dieting in hs, he'll make comments about that too. Yeah, I'm 22, and I wore leggings the other day (okay my shirt only half covered my butt) when my mom and I were going to town, and on the way out of the house he was like, "What is that?" Referring to what I was wearing. Well I don't care except if they made me look fat, so I asked, but he wouldn't even answer. And I KNOW my mom won't say the truth. I finally weigh 100 pounds, but if my dad thinks I look fat in leggings, then what the hell am I supposed to do?
I wasn't ever 100 in high school, so this is nice, but where is the boyfriend and where are the guys supposedly who like skinny girls with big boobs? This is lonely. I don't feel pretty yet, and definitely not happy. Those 5 days were the most genuine happiness I've had in a long time, and they didn't have anything to do with a guy. On a funny note, I started liking the Russian guy, and we hung out, talked a few times, went to a movie. During that week.... but he was flaky so I wasn't sure if he liked me anyway, but turns out he is a BAD kisser. Darn. Plus, I hear that he changes his actions/characteristics depending on the girl he's trying to charm. Well we can cross him off the list. I know it's not healthy to "try" to have a bf while you're sick with this, but I also feel like being with other people helps pull me out of the obsession, out of the food, and out of my apt. So in a way it seems to help. Any thoughts on that? Thanks for reading. I'll post again soon :)

The Same Stuff

I really appreciate ya'll who leave comments and support! Sometimes I wish we could be more open with people face to face in everyday life, but that would just not be socially appropriate, would it? I feel like I don't know anyone in this town where I'm attending (on good days) college. I've been here a year, and still my ex is the only one whose life I'm really familiar with. To answer your question, Frida, we've been broken up a year (I forgot to take my Effexor for a while and did it) and still haven't started dating other people. He's calling now more often and we watched the Cowboys, so I guess we're taking steps, but I don't think he wants a relationship. Not that I would be a good gf anyway, who wants a bulimic, uncofident, pessimistic gf? I do want a bf right now, but not for the security, so that I'll have something outward and social to focus on other than food, myself, and being isolated.

The Cymbalta is okay now, but I'm not feeling motivated or exuberant or anything. Just not as depressed as I should be about having and unfulfilling, boring, bulimic life. One of the hardest parts of the day is waking up and not wanting to skip class to binge. How ridiculous is that?! Most responsible adults know they can't miss work or school just to eat. Psychoanalytically, I think my id is overdevelopped and I can't ignore that impulse to eat and binge. There is this coping mechanism (a good one) identified by Freud called sublimation where people are able to replace their inappropriate desires with a constructive or neutral action. That sounds amazing to me and I only wish I could find something as enjoyable as bingeing.

There was one day 2 weeks ago that I didn't binge. Funny story. This guy I have kinda known and seen around campus asked me to be his date to his fraternaty's wine tasting party. It was a dress up event and social things sometimes scare me so I was apprehensive but agreed to go. After class, I got my roots dyed ($17 at ogle hair school!) and finally found a pretty black and silver dress. I was really stressed and anxious about the event so I wanted to binge first, but knew there wasn't really time. I went to Target and bout a few tops and a bunch of food so I could at least have it at home to know it was there for when I needed to binge. (Weird reasoning, but it gave me a rush just buying it.) At home getting ready, I kept thinking about the food, but went to the party and actually looked very classy and sexy I think (no cleavage but the dress was tight). My date gave me a flower and was sweet. He's from Russia and has these pretty blue eyes.... A lot of the people were already tipsy when we arrived, but we tasted a lot of wines and I mostly had white bc the red was too bitter. Well I don't know when I got tipsy, but suddenly things felt really good and the wine wasn't so bad. I told him he had to drink more, though, to be tipsy too. I rarely drink anyway, so I don't know when it went from tipsy to drunk, but I started feeling wobbly and tired. We were making out a little (I think he initiated it) and he suggested we go to this bar. So he drove us, and I kept trying to put my head down and he had to shout my name or keep kissing me to keep me from dozing off! Well I definitely stopped drinking at the party and after a few min at the bar, he took me home. (I didn't let him in, you guys I'm not like that!) So I just went upstairs and went to bed.

It was a fun experience, but I don't think I'd have let him kiss me sober. Oh, this is weird, on the way to the party, Travis called me and I had to tell him I was going out. He didn't call me all that week, and then decided to on the way to the party. So the Russian guy.....I thought I'd embarrassed myself and he wouldn't call, but he texted the next morning and asked if I'd like to go out on a real date sometime. I told him I had a good time and "sure" so later he texted and asked if I wanted to go to a comedy club the next day, but I never texted back bc Travis and I were supposed to hang out. Anyway, on Sunday night he texted, "hope you had a great weekend....later" and I haven't heard from him so I guess he's pissed. I probably sabotaged the possibility of any relationship, friendship, or dating with him and I don't know why. He's a really nice guy and a lot of girls find him attractive. I'll just chalk it up to the fact that he's not 6ft. and I like tall guys. That's simple enough.

Honesty

Being real is important, or at least honest in what you say or how you act. So I'm all up in my addiction right now. I guess I've gotten better at purging because my weight has gone down from its usual set point around 108. It was 102 this morning but that was before eating or purging. I guess as long as it stays under 105, that's okay. Funny, bc that was my target weight in high school, which was never attained. Now that I'm there, I look at myself and dislike me so much more! Anyway, I just don't know why I love and enjoy eating so much. Seriously, I could do it all day! Bulimia is my best friend right now, (yes I do hate what it does) so maybe that's why it's so tough to give up.
I went to my therapist a few days ago. She's so personable, smart, and soothing, I wish I could see her everyday or she would adopt me or something, lol! She suggested not being so hard on myself and forgiving myself, but I feel like I already let myself get away with too much. You know? Like a little kid! If I want ice cream and cake, I go buy it and eat it. Well I had 2 tests that day, which I didn't study nearly enough for. Like I ever do :( The Psychology of Personality test was okay, but I've missed half the classes so I probably didn't make an A or do great. The Spanish test felt difficult when I took it, but I knew all the words and answers, so I'm sure that went well. Maybe if I'd been reviewing the book rather than eating ice cream/cookies before the psych test, I would have done better. In a weird way, bingeing right before helped relax me too.
My ex has sent me email messages and a few texts. Usually I ignore, but I responded to a text last night and he said something like he was working on a lab and I could stop by when I was done at the library. I don't call him, so I've been waiting for him to call me, but he hasnt' since last Friday. It reminds me of that phrase, "He's just not into You" because I figure if I meant anything to him, he would call. Other guys called me this week, not that I answered, but if they're moderately interested and persistent, at least that's more than he is. Blah. It's Friday and I ran out of Cymbalta yesterday, so it should be an interesting weekend.....

I'm Still Here

If anyone still reads this blog, it is a wonder. I never feel like posting, yet I love to red other blogs and catch a glimpse of your genuine, exciting lives. Mine, unfortunately, is boring and stalled at the moment. I am alone, more so than anyone I know. This is all my doing, as I've pushed everyone away and fool myself into thinking I like solidarity most of the time. I thought my ex wanted to be in my life again, but he has stopped calling, only sent breif facebook messages to which I won't respond. I don't need a guy anyway, right now I just seem to want food. I feel ugly and empty as well, but that is what I have chosen for my life right now, so I am those things becase I live this way.
When I think about the space and things I am wasting, it hurts too much. I switched from Effexor to Cymbalta, but I guess I need more or something because I don't like the reality of the pain and emptiness I am allowed to feel. True, some days I make good choices and go to all my classes and can even abstain from bingeing and purging if I'm really busy with school or social things. It sucks that these good days are outnumbered by bad, lazy, or lonely days.
I want to be successful, but I doubt sincerely that I am strong enough for that. I HATE the person that I have become, so weak and ugly, succeptible to more negativity than anyone would admit. Never making the right choices, taking responsibility, being a functional adult. This is all so impossible and overwhelming. I can't do it, so why am I here and what is my purpose? Somehow, I can't ever picture a normal life with a job, a husband, kids, a house, etc. So what do you do with yourself if you can't handle life? I'd like to disappear...... there is no guy that loves me, I know there never can be. I don't have a job, a degree, siblings, friends, anything. So disappearing, or, death, would be great.
This is what is so horrible and ironic. I was thinking about my aunt Sharon the other day. My mom's only sister. My mom was 15, and going on a trip with Sharon and her husband, who were both 20 or 21, I think. They were in the car driving, my mom in the backseat, and Jerry (Sharon's husband) swerved for a rabbit and crashed. My aunt was thrown from the car and later died at the hospital, while Jerry and my mom were fine. They were only married for 6 months when this happened, but Sharon had a job and a promising future. Why would this happen to someone with such a beautiful life? Last year when I was 21, I had none of that, and probably lead an insignificant, appaling existence compared to Sharon. Yet, my life wasn't sacrificed. It's just hugely disgusting and ironic that someone like me is still here at this point, but Sharon had to die at such an inopportune stage in her life.

New Pills

Can I do it today? That is the question. When I try to go even a day without bingeing, the anxiety is overwhelming. Why? I know tons about nutrition, health, anatomy, beauty, psychology. Still, I haven't found that one thing that can fulfill me and replace indulging in every food imaginable. Is it even out there? I love hiking, but there is nowhere in Dallas or Ft Worth for that. The most peaceful, beatiful place is up in the mountains near Taos, NM. In the midst of my bulimia, I was able to hike, along with my parents, up and down the 10 hr. trail. I don't think I've ever felt so genuinely, purely happy as I did up there. We hiked it a few times before, in years previous when we visited. I called it "the pretty place." Ha, that is so far from the ghetto, urban, loud surroundings of DFW. Okay, I don't live in a really bad area, but I get so fed up with people around here sometimes. Maybe thats a trigger. Its funny, I can't list any genuine hobbies that I have around here. I'm too weak to work out, but when I do abstain from purging, it is a true hobby. Not a replacement, though, it isn't THAT enjoyable. Reading needs to be my new hobby, as I want to get smarter, and always have the desire to know more. Still, I don't crave books! When I get back from Dallas Presbyterian (inpatient program), I plan to find an enjoyable place to do my community service, and hopefully volunteer afterwards. Maybe I will stumble across something. After inpatient, I hope to have energy to work, work out, go out with friends, and most importantly, focus on school. I love my classes I take (except Chem) and want to get more out of them this fall. Lately, I've only been able to complete 2 at a time bc all my time and energy is spent eating, sleeping, or purging. How pathetic is that? I was one of the top students in my hs class, and I haven't even graduated after 4 years! I just hope this recovery process clears out some room in my thoughts for school. Today, I'm still unpacking, cleaning, and organizing my new apt. Oh yes, and the pills! Almost forgot..... I haven't taken any diet pills for a month or so (they never really help), but I'm so tired of being lazy and gluttonous. So I got these new "Xenadrine Hardcore" pills which claim to have "nootrogenic properties" and of course make me feel sick if I don't eat. Well I'm probably not supposed to be taking diet pills, as I'm on Effexor, but its better than throwing up all day! At least I'm getting something done. Besides, they're not allowing any pills, organic food, computers, or cell phones at the hospital. Well I'll get back to doing the wash now...

Hello Again

It has been forever since my last post, but my life is still stalling in normal progression, so I guess its fitting. The bad news is that I have fallen back into my old habits completely, with the constant b/p cycle. All that therapy for nothing. The good news is that I'm waiting to begin an inpatient program for ed's at a local hospital. While I hate the idea of giving up control and committing all my time to some mental program centered around food, I realize its necessary for me to achieve SOME sort of meaningful life. Right now I'm just waiting......
Other than moving, the only thing I accomplished this summer was taking a summer 1 class at the college. Abnormal psychology, how ironic, right? I learned some interesnting things and loved the class, however I barely attended class and read the chapters over about once due to eating, purging, and sleeping. So I made a damn B. Okay, I deserved it, (well I probably deserved a C) but I HATE not making an A in such an easy class, especially when its my bulimia and resulting laziness holding me back.
I miss working out! The soreness, the focus, the yummy guys, and mostly the feelings of inner peace and strength afterwards. Effexor doesn't have near as significant effect on my neurotransmitters as a workout has! The norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor part of this med is supposed to cause somewhat of an activating response, but it never gives me extra energy or will to do things. Prozac is the only med FDA approved to help bulimics, but I used to take it and received only bipolar-like mood swings. Does anyone take meds that seem to help in any of these aspects? Any tips to get back on track? I'm out for now...

Something New

Okay, ENOUGH about plastic surgery, beauty, thinness, etc. One of the only good things that I have developed in the 4 years since high school is the realization that money, things, and beauty can't make you happy. Yesterday I was driving around, quite lost, in Dallas trying to find this Wal Mart (the only kind in the country) with organic food, sushi bar, novelies such as those. Well I was trying to find this intersection and found myself among a private, woody, exclusive neighborhood of estates. Not mansions or anything, but each home was eclectic, refined, and I'm assuming well over a million. A while ago, I would have stared longingly at them, thought "why didn't I grow up like this", and dwelled on how I am going to have all that one day. With spite or jealousy towards girls my age with that fortune. But yesterday it was nice to see these new unique homes I didn't know existed, but mainly I was concerned with being lost and not wasting gas! Oh well, I found out the store was actually on another street with the same name, and managed to navigate back to Arlington, settling with Whole Foods.
I met up to watch the Spurs/Mavs game with a guy from match.com last night. He was okay, great to talk to ( a psych graduate), but not captivating to me. I was concerned more with my nose being uneven and told him as much. It is still swollen bc the splint came off earlier that day. I really didn't care about trying to be a good date, besides I always pay for myself! Well the game was probably the highlight, as my Spurs finally came back. I had half a margarita that was nasty and was reminded that I don't like the taste of even strawberry margaritas. So I was buzzed and maybe slightly tipsy and feeling a little better. I only ordered a half order of the salad, and still felt overly full afterwards. Whats that about? It always feels like I am fat and bloated if I eat more than 350 calories at once. I'm not trying to starve myself, but its so hard to be NORMAL! Will it ever happen? I was disappointed at the lack of chemistry between this dude and I. It seems like I only get crushes on guys before I meet them. Afterwards its just not that great. Not that I'm trying to find a new boyfriend, but some excitement would be a nice change! So after my good day, on this day, I conceded and got some "bad food" before going home. It wasn't even fun. I hate the disease so much now and desire real life, that the bingeing just isn't as thrilling as it used to be. I know thats a good sign, but the next step is finding something to help me say NO at those impulse instances. Any suggestions?

Day One Again

I am amazed to discover my blog has been read, and after reading numerous others tonight, I am so so grateful not to feel alone again. The past four days or so were tainted with bingeing and purging. I don't know how, but by some miracle, today was pure. My life is in such a transitory state right now, the excitement of it all is sometimes overshadowed by fear. I am getting over a two year relationship, attempting to finish college, discerning where my life should go, dating a lot, and had plastic surgery last week. Something I despise is the way society chides cosmetic enhancement. Does anyone question a mom for paying thousands on kids' braces? I just had my nose done, lip implants, and buccal fat pad removal. Surprisingly, those surgeries were far less painful than my introduction to braces. And don't get me started on tatoos. Though I don't have one, I think submitting yourself to a needle and permanent green poison is far from natural. So here's the bottom line on plastic surgery: we read or go to school to improve our minds, we socialize and worship to improve emotional connections, so perhaps its not so superficial to want to desire a prime exterior. Conversely, I don't think anyone with bulimia is an ideal candidate for plastic surgery.
Sadly, the main accomplishment of the day (aside from binge abstainace) was my workout. Well it was more the implimentation of a committment. One of my life goals is to run a marathon. Not to lose weight or anything competitive, but because it seems like an amazing thing the body could do with the complete support of the mind. That is my area of weakness: mind over matter, or mind over body. For some reason, my mind always loses. Except when it comes to not having sex, but thats another issue for another day. I just think it would be a huge accomplisment, and a boost in recovery if I could have the discipline to complete such a task. So today I ran...... about 2 and a quarter miles. Nice start, huh? So the marathon is in Sept. and located in Maui. Life is all about sacrifices and rewards. If I can sacrifice my laziness and train and complete this marathon, the reward shall be Maui. I can assure you, living in Texas, the nicest beach I've seen is Galveston. Brown and rocky. Not even South Padre. So I'm going to work towards this in any way that helps. The dreams are so hard, though. Do the dreams of gorging yourself on cookies, donuts, and ice cream ever go away?

Foggy Sleepy "Good Day"

Last night I was so frustrated with myself for bingeing all weekend. Such a waste. So I decided to make it through today and try for two more. I have done one day a few times since beginning counseling, but I guess I'm trying for 3. Healthy breakfast, no lunch. I drove over an hour for a plastic surgery consultation today. Bad traffic and no time to eat. Really, I know when I "should" eat if its an all healthy day. I was excited to see the plastic surgeon, though. We discussed lip augmentation, rhinoplasty, and cheek fat removal. This subject has such a negative connotation, but I don't think it makes me less of a person to engage in improving aesthetic features. My philosophy is "better to be fake on the outside than on the inside", so I try to follow that every day by saying what I think, being friendly to strangers (because I honestly want it reciprocated), and acting out from what I truly feel inside. There are a lot of fake people, but most of them have been conditioned and raised to fit in, be politically correct, and keep an appropriate filter on their thoughts, feelings, and opinions. Right now, that just doesn't work for me. So I guess that I'm so used to people not liking the real me (proven by my lack of girlfriends), that I always want to look better and be prettier. Probably to fit in or be admired. Okay, that reason for cosmetic surgery is questionable. But here's a good point. Most kids get braces for a few years to make their teeth forever straight. They cost over a grand and inflict significant pain. Then there are tatoos. My mom despises plastic surgery. But for some reason she found it necessary to poison her skin with an ugly, permanent angel (christmas ornament-looking!) tatoo for her 50th birthday. These are obviously fake, where as cosmetic surgery is optimally natural looking. How is defacing your precious skin with GREEN ink an attractive, socially acceptable practice?
Enough about that. I was starving when I got back to the apt, but had plans to work out with this dude, K, that I met at the gym. So.... with the gym to look forward to, I ate an (all organic) whole wheat tortilla with chicken dog and cheese, carrots, and a kiwi. Ever notice how the hungrier you are, the better that nutritional food tastes? Well people kept calling and I sure could have watched some enticing tv, bought some goodies, and closed everything out. But I have to make this new way of life a habit. Its not fun, but at the end of the day, it really is worth it. It seems everytime I go to the gym, something nice happens. Usually I meet a new guy. Okay I know thats not the purpose of workouts or in the equation of recovery. But eye candy is a much safer indulgence daily than chocolate candy! If I'm not sore tomorrow, though, it was a waste. Too much talking and deficient muscle burn. I love to "feel the burn", and if you think about it, the moments of slight pain in a workout are almost like the feeling of purging. Its not fun in the moment, but its so intense, that it can temporarily releive the hurtful thoughts dancing through our minds. Like bulimia, working out is addicting. Anyone who has done hard cardio for 3o or more minutes and felt the subsequent adrenaline high would agree. It may be way less addicting and I heard you had to do actions 21 times to make them a habit. Well, hell, I have at least 13 more to go, so those juicy boys better keep their butts up at the gym as my temporary incentive! So....... a cutie talked to me on the way out of the gym and I went home to a lovely salad. Green bell peppers (of course organic) are so yummy and salmon has a lot of fat, but is okay in moderation and a nice topping for salad. Frozen blueberries, well, one day they will fully replace ice cream. But they did the trick for tonight. I am so tired and have an early skin appointment tomorrow. Better study though because the day really is a waste if nothing significant is learned.

Introduction

I'm not really sure how to start this. Reading other women's blogs is giving me insight that I am not alone, not spiraling towards death, and not really moving forward. I have been bulimic for four years now. Most girls I meet who claim to have had an ED, seem to have just "grown out of it" or some simple solution. Here in Texas maybe people just don't talk about it. I thought I would grow out of it as well. And for any readers who think, "when I reach my goal weight, I won't need to purge anymore", let me tell you it can easily get worse and fill numerous other purposes in your life besides the one (losing weight) it started out as. At the end of hs, I weighed 140 and somehow, during the past 2 years, I've reached the approximate target goal and settled around 110. So why does 100 sound so desirably elusive? I would have killed back then to weigh 115. It was the perfect goal for a long time during the beginning of this sickness. But it really doesn't matter now. Sure things are better on the surface. As in clothes, my figure, the way guys treat me, etc. However, is our purpose in life REALLY to be concerned 100 percent with the surface? I can see now that whatever I gained from this disorder is nothing compared with everything I've lost. But no matter what is lost, I think the main thing is for all of us to not lose hope. Some days I come close to giving up and shutting down. Other days I'm numb to the reality of life and my situation. Though the best days must be those when I can retain the concept of hope. I have been to a few therapists, but only a few weeks ago, met with an actual specialist. Conveniently, my insurance is fighting not to allow an out-of-plan referral. But meeting with this doctor a few times has made the hope more prevalent and fuelled a curiosity of what I could have (not materialistically) when the bulimia is given up. So at the moment, my abstinence rate is only 2 days. So I'm going to try for three this week in a row. There has got to be something out there more fulfilling.