I belong to a Health and Weight Loss Group for moms of children with autism. Every week I post my weigh-in (as opposed to Weight Watchers where I have never lost weight). This week I did not post my accountability weigh-in on Tuesday. The scale said I had gained 3.5 pounds in one week. I did not track my food properly and had Indian food for my husband’s birthday. On Sunday, we had some alcohol, brie and crackers, pizza, veggies and hummus, as well as, Chocolate Overload cake. I was embarrassed about my gain and was feeling pretty terrible about myself. It’s so stupid to let the scale affect me that way, but it has for years.
Twenty five years ago I was anorexic and weighed, literally, half of my current weight. I obsessed over food sometimes eating about 300 calories a day and exercising at least 2.5 hours a day. That lasted for about a year. As is pretty common with eating disorders, I then transitioned to bulimia for quite a number of years. I ate a lot more in my binges, but probably retained the same amount of calories per day. I still exercised a couple of hours each day. My lowest weight was as a bulimic vs. anorexic.
I will never have a completely healthy relationship with food. I think way too much about food every day. I put way too much energy into my thoughts of food every day. I either feel guilty about eating something I shouldn’t eat or eating too much or, on the flipside, I’m too hungry from keeping within my calories.
If people are interested in my past eating disorder, please comment and I could expand on those very difficult years of my life.
They say the first step is admitting there is a problem. I have admitted that for decades and the problem remains. It is not as bad as it was, but it is always there haunting my every thought.