I hugely disappointed myself last night. First of all, I weighed myself. My scale had been hidden away (not on purpose) for ages now, and I finally got around to cleaning under our tub yesterday and it was pulled out. Like a body possessed I found myself standing on it and looking aghast at the number that appeared. I knew I had gained a lot of weight, but I was really surprised. I was at least ten pounds more than I thought I was. It made me super depressed, which led me down a somewhat destructive eating path, really just piling on top of a weekend that already had a theme of overindulgence. I was mad at myself for letting my weight get away from myself so badly again (I haven't weighed this much in three years), but I was also upset because I even weighed myself. I like how I look, and now I'm letting some stupid number ruin that for me. Of course, this does reinforce the fact that health wise I need to really stick to the changes I decided to make at the beginning of the month and truly work harder at eating mindfully.
But it also reinforces that this issue I have with food is truly an addiction, truly something in my head, something that goes beyond not have "willpower." I'm not trying to detract from my own faults in this weight gain, I mean, I did purchase, cook, and eat the food that has caused my weight gain, but I can't tell you how many times I've eaten an outrageous amount of food, rationalizing it the whole time, then, when it's gone, looking back, almost as if I had woken from a dream, unable to believe I had actually done that.
I've spent the last 24 hours feeling so full of self-loathing, and then feeling angry that I'm so full of it. It's like these two parts of me are battling each other, and I don't know who to let win, or if I even have a choice in that. While I'm often thankful I'm not significantly affected by my eating disorder (I mean, I would say I have a "mild" case), and I've not been hospitalized, I haven't had a significant binge in a long time (I'm just chronically overeating, sometimes to the point where I feel chronically ill) and I haven't started eating straight bags of sugar or something (as can happening with binge eating disorders), this all still super, duper sucks. I'm in this weird place where I just don't want to think about food any more, but I can't think about anything else.
I sometimes wonder how much more I could get done and how much better I'd feel if I just stopped eating.
But I know I can't do that, like physically can't. I like eating too much. It elicits too much pleasure for me to not do it.
Ugh. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
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Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Path to Mindfulness (in Eating)
Among the many things I've been up to in the last week or so (including lots of super sweaty runs - ugh, humidity!), I've also been reading.
Dona, my dietician, suggested I read Eat What You Love, Love What You Eat by Dr. Michelle May. It's basically the epitome of the non- or even anti-diet and I'm sort of loving it. In theory.
You see, the theory is that you let go of your guilt about eating certain foods (because, no food is "bad"), stop restricting yourself, and eat mindfully. The book is mostly targeted at those of us who binge eat or are stuck in the whole cycle of restrictive eating (like dieting) - essentially folks who have a unhealthy relationship with food.
I really like Dr. May's approach, because it's relaxed and it removes the excess emotion from eating. That's not to say food shouldn't be pleasurable, but that shouldn't be the main reason why you're eating. When you eat, it's because you're hungry and to fuel your body, not for any other reason. She also doesn't say you should go hog wild and eat sticks of butter sprinkled with chocolate shavings (ew, I know), but trust your body, as you move out of binge and/or restrictive eating cycles, to choose the correct foods for fuel.
All of this is really great, right? And as I was first reading and becoming familiar with the whole concept of mindful eating and letting go of guilt about foods and moving away from stuffing my emotions down with food (something I have only recently realized I do a lot), I thought to myself, "Huh, this is going to be a breeze!"
Wrong.
The more I read the more I started to panicked (and I still kind of am). I didn't know what a huge crutch binge eating was. I didn't realize how hardwired I am to eat at particular times, even if I'm not hungry. I didn't fully understand how much I value eating "special" things or at "special" events. I never noticed how fast and mindlessly I eat. I mean, I suspected a lot of this and had already talked about some of it (especially the special events and food part) with Dona, but others really revelations really surprised me.
I'm really frightened over giving up emotionally triggered eating and binging. Those have been one of my major sources of comfort for a really long time. When I try to think of other ways to cope with negative emotions or even positive ones, like rewarding myself for a job well done or getting through a rough day, I draw a blank and start to feel like I'm never going to be able to cope with parts of life without food.
I can't imagine how other people might possibly relax or what they might do if they're feeling down, especially about themselves (because that's when I tend to eat the most). And while Dr. May's book makes many suggestions on how to feel "full" without eating, right now, some of them feel kind of hokey, and I can't tell if that's my personal disbelief that people really just go for a walk or garden to feel better about things or if it's genuinely silly.
I really want this to work. I'm totally over counting calories and constantly thinking about "good" vs. "bad" foods. I just want to enjoy food in a healthy and positive way. I feel like this should be so easy, but it's really not, and that's incredibly frustrating. I'm hoping that over time and with practice things will start to become easier.
Dona, my dietician, suggested I read Eat What You Love, Love What You Eat by Dr. Michelle May. It's basically the epitome of the non- or even anti-diet and I'm sort of loving it. In theory.
You see, the theory is that you let go of your guilt about eating certain foods (because, no food is "bad"), stop restricting yourself, and eat mindfully. The book is mostly targeted at those of us who binge eat or are stuck in the whole cycle of restrictive eating (like dieting) - essentially folks who have a unhealthy relationship with food.
I really like Dr. May's approach, because it's relaxed and it removes the excess emotion from eating. That's not to say food shouldn't be pleasurable, but that shouldn't be the main reason why you're eating. When you eat, it's because you're hungry and to fuel your body, not for any other reason. She also doesn't say you should go hog wild and eat sticks of butter sprinkled with chocolate shavings (ew, I know), but trust your body, as you move out of binge and/or restrictive eating cycles, to choose the correct foods for fuel.
All of this is really great, right? And as I was first reading and becoming familiar with the whole concept of mindful eating and letting go of guilt about foods and moving away from stuffing my emotions down with food (something I have only recently realized I do a lot), I thought to myself, "Huh, this is going to be a breeze!"
Wrong.
The more I read the more I started to panicked (and I still kind of am). I didn't know what a huge crutch binge eating was. I didn't realize how hardwired I am to eat at particular times, even if I'm not hungry. I didn't fully understand how much I value eating "special" things or at "special" events. I never noticed how fast and mindlessly I eat. I mean, I suspected a lot of this and had already talked about some of it (especially the special events and food part) with Dona, but others really revelations really surprised me.
I'm really frightened over giving up emotionally triggered eating and binging. Those have been one of my major sources of comfort for a really long time. When I try to think of other ways to cope with negative emotions or even positive ones, like rewarding myself for a job well done or getting through a rough day, I draw a blank and start to feel like I'm never going to be able to cope with parts of life without food.
I can't imagine how other people might possibly relax or what they might do if they're feeling down, especially about themselves (because that's when I tend to eat the most). And while Dr. May's book makes many suggestions on how to feel "full" without eating, right now, some of them feel kind of hokey, and I can't tell if that's my personal disbelief that people really just go for a walk or garden to feel better about things or if it's genuinely silly.
I really want this to work. I'm totally over counting calories and constantly thinking about "good" vs. "bad" foods. I just want to enjoy food in a healthy and positive way. I feel like this should be so easy, but it's really not, and that's incredibly frustrating. I'm hoping that over time and with practice things will start to become easier.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
A Little Backstory
Let's jump in with something big, shall we?
I have been going to see a nutritionist, Dona, since 2012. I was at my heaviest then, a weight too embarrassing to share publicly. Between January 2012 and May 2012, I lost roughly forty pounds. It wasn't everything I felt I needed to lose, by a long shot, but it was a great start. That May, I got pregnant with my second child and trying to lose weight went out the window. I did try to continue to eat well, but pregnancy sure was a good excuse to overindulge (I thought).
After my son, M., was born, I obviously wanted to lose the baby weight and get back on track with healthier eating. Off and on I would go, through spurts of really trying to watch what I ate, going to see Dona regularly, and just generally being "good" about what I ate. And then I would go through bouts of total food annihilation. No foods (except for maybe veggies) were safe. I would eat and eat and eat. Maybe there would be a "good" day in between, but generally my eating habits sucked. Finally, enough days would go by where I felt like total crap when I went to bed, stomach too full to get comfortable, and the scale tipping just way too far in the wrong direction. Then I would feel very guilty - not too guilty, mind you, because I am excellent at rationalizing the things I do to avoid that very feeling - but still, that nasty turn of the stomach feeling would sneak in.
Once that unsettling feeling of guilt finally got to me, I would lay awake at night and promise myself and the ethos that the next day would be better. I would call Dona and make an appointment (because, you see, I had already missed two). I would go for that run that I said I would do for the last two weeks. I would make sure I ate better. I. Would. Be. Good.
And then I would be "good". And then I would be "bad" again. And my weight? Well, luckily for me, it stayed roughly the same, until very recently, where in the last two months I gained about five pounds, then lost it and another ten with it (more on that later).
I ask you to notice two things about what I just wrote. First, note my focus on why I wanted to do better with my eating. Weight-loss. Now, I could write a whole post (and maybe I will) on the media and pop culture and women who are bigger than allowed by their standards, but for now I will say that I am like almost any other warm blooded American women in that I see these "standards" in which I am expected to live up and they scare me into thinking I better start laying off the cupcakes and doing that thirty-day ab challenge a bunch of my Facebook friends are doing. And, that's not to say that eating fewer cupcakes or doing crunches is a bad thing, because it's certainly not, but when it's not coming from an emotionally healthy place the results that come will likely soon be erased.
That brings me to the second thing I want you to see - my cycle. My cycle of "binge, repent, repeat" (Dr. Michelle May) is something I've done for as long as I can remember, though I never realized what a problem it was until I was older, just as I was starting to see Dona. I looked at it very distinctly as being "good" versus being "bad". The quotes around these words, by the way, aren't there for some weird, pretentious reason. They're there to highlight that the terms good and bad are very subjective here. I'm not out to actively harm myself when I eat poorly, though I surely am. And, to be honest, when I eat well, the reasons aren't always good ones (like improved health, better performance when I run, or longevity so I can enjoy my family for as long as possible).
These two things are just parts of the multifaceted puzzle that makes up binge-eating disorder, a disorder with which I've been tentatively identified.
A definition from the Binge Eating Disorder Association:
Binge eating disorder is characterized by recurring episodes of binge eating, feeling out of control while binging, and feeling guilt and shame afterward.
I can imagine some reading this and thinking, "Geez, why can't the fatty just stop eating? It's her own fault." And there isn't a whole lot I can say to counter that, because, on some level, I agree. But, the truth is, I can't "just stop" binging. It's my source of comfort when everything else around me feels out of control or fills me with anxiety. It's my cigarette, my beer, my opiate. Food is my drug*. There are chemical and emotional strings attached to every bite I take, and while I do not withdraw ownership over many of the food choices I make, both good and bad, each choice is tinged with this unhealthy relationship, which I have not chosen to have.
I'll end this by saying I'm not under any allusions that this is the same as a heroin addiction or will devastate my body and family in the same fashion as something like bulimia or anorexia, but it is a battle, my battle, and one that is long overdue.
*And in fact, one of the risk factors of having binge-eating disorder is previous addictions.
I have been going to see a nutritionist, Dona, since 2012. I was at my heaviest then, a weight too embarrassing to share publicly. Between January 2012 and May 2012, I lost roughly forty pounds. It wasn't everything I felt I needed to lose, by a long shot, but it was a great start. That May, I got pregnant with my second child and trying to lose weight went out the window. I did try to continue to eat well, but pregnancy sure was a good excuse to overindulge (I thought).
After my son, M., was born, I obviously wanted to lose the baby weight and get back on track with healthier eating. Off and on I would go, through spurts of really trying to watch what I ate, going to see Dona regularly, and just generally being "good" about what I ate. And then I would go through bouts of total food annihilation. No foods (except for maybe veggies) were safe. I would eat and eat and eat. Maybe there would be a "good" day in between, but generally my eating habits sucked. Finally, enough days would go by where I felt like total crap when I went to bed, stomach too full to get comfortable, and the scale tipping just way too far in the wrong direction. Then I would feel very guilty - not too guilty, mind you, because I am excellent at rationalizing the things I do to avoid that very feeling - but still, that nasty turn of the stomach feeling would sneak in.
Once that unsettling feeling of guilt finally got to me, I would lay awake at night and promise myself and the ethos that the next day would be better. I would call Dona and make an appointment (because, you see, I had already missed two). I would go for that run that I said I would do for the last two weeks. I would make sure I ate better. I. Would. Be. Good.
And then I would be "good". And then I would be "bad" again. And my weight? Well, luckily for me, it stayed roughly the same, until very recently, where in the last two months I gained about five pounds, then lost it and another ten with it (more on that later).
I ask you to notice two things about what I just wrote. First, note my focus on why I wanted to do better with my eating. Weight-loss. Now, I could write a whole post (and maybe I will) on the media and pop culture and women who are bigger than allowed by their standards, but for now I will say that I am like almost any other warm blooded American women in that I see these "standards" in which I am expected to live up and they scare me into thinking I better start laying off the cupcakes and doing that thirty-day ab challenge a bunch of my Facebook friends are doing. And, that's not to say that eating fewer cupcakes or doing crunches is a bad thing, because it's certainly not, but when it's not coming from an emotionally healthy place the results that come will likely soon be erased.
That brings me to the second thing I want you to see - my cycle. My cycle of "binge, repent, repeat" (Dr. Michelle May) is something I've done for as long as I can remember, though I never realized what a problem it was until I was older, just as I was starting to see Dona. I looked at it very distinctly as being "good" versus being "bad". The quotes around these words, by the way, aren't there for some weird, pretentious reason. They're there to highlight that the terms good and bad are very subjective here. I'm not out to actively harm myself when I eat poorly, though I surely am. And, to be honest, when I eat well, the reasons aren't always good ones (like improved health, better performance when I run, or longevity so I can enjoy my family for as long as possible).
These two things are just parts of the multifaceted puzzle that makes up binge-eating disorder, a disorder with which I've been tentatively identified.
A definition from the Binge Eating Disorder Association:
Binge eating disorder is characterized by recurring episodes of binge eating, feeling out of control while binging, and feeling guilt and shame afterward.
I can imagine some reading this and thinking, "Geez, why can't the fatty just stop eating? It's her own fault." And there isn't a whole lot I can say to counter that, because, on some level, I agree. But, the truth is, I can't "just stop" binging. It's my source of comfort when everything else around me feels out of control or fills me with anxiety. It's my cigarette, my beer, my opiate. Food is my drug*. There are chemical and emotional strings attached to every bite I take, and while I do not withdraw ownership over many of the food choices I make, both good and bad, each choice is tinged with this unhealthy relationship, which I have not chosen to have.
I'll end this by saying I'm not under any allusions that this is the same as a heroin addiction or will devastate my body and family in the same fashion as something like bulimia or anorexia, but it is a battle, my battle, and one that is long overdue.
*And in fact, one of the risk factors of having binge-eating disorder is previous addictions.
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