Alright, so. After a 6 month plateau and a huge amount of stress that included my apprenticeship STILL not starting (I doubt it ever will. Every artist in this state refuses to let me be a tattoo artist because I'd be competition), my other apprenticeship making me gain a little weight due to trying to keep me there at all times without promised pay, job search and commissions fizzling out and still being poor....I made a dumb decision to go back on completely on a new plan. Lickety split.
To cover things, I am a compulsive over eater, occasional binger, emotional eater and a food sneaker. When I get too poor or low on food (or even when not) I panic and would sneak little tidbits from the roommates food or graze from my own stock late at night/early morning. Or change from their savings jar for cigarettes, ramen, chocolate. Fast food. You name it. I'm also horribly depressed with a body image so poor it's damned near dissociative. Like between my neck and my body there is a mental disconnect. I close my eyes when I walk by mirrors. That's how bad it is.
I made the mistake of going suddenly on the South Beach diet. I guess I wanted something I could control back in my life like when I was faithful to Sparkpeople for 5 months. And I'm usually of the mindset that a lifestyle change, moderation and food logging is better than a diet but I wanted to "jumpstart" my weight loss, go to Phase two and then let phase 3 be the Spark diet. But, I'm not...stable. Or, maybe that's not the right word. I'm depressed, eating disordered and my situation is not stable. I have too many worries, I'm always getting hounded for something, I'm "On call" for a job at a senior care center but the ***** didnt even contact me to go to Orientation-- etcetera, etcetera.
Needless to say all of this and having gone grocery shopping finally with what little money I got from my last days at the shop and I think maybe a flash of my huge pannus in the full length mirror on our bathroom door triggered me. Hard. I was literally at war with my brain- being triggered to binge, depressed, self loathing and slightly suicidal all at once. So I ate three quesadillas with mozzarella, cheddar and chicken breast bits I did this at 6 am. I'm still fullish though I did down 24 ounces of water with lemon to try and avoid any more binging or emotional grazing. :/ They were not huge nor had much chicken in them and maybe two servings of shredded cheese, but I still bawled afterward. I even went to an online Overeaters Anonymous meeting and cried through that, too. In the end I don't think I want to go back to one (even online)not only because I am an Atheist...and even besides that, it seemed cultish. No offense, but if I can't take it seriously, it wont help me.
I know the general consensus would be to ditch the SBD plan and focus on moderation (that's what I plan on doing. Spark diet is way more manageable for me) instead of restriction. But ...is it really? Should I be doing -anything- weight wise in such a fragile state or is this the best time? Even just for food logging? I wont go back to junk food. It'll just get wasted and unless I have it every now and then I either feel like dirt on a stick after wolfing it down (disgusting) in front of people at record speed or I stare at it. Or even if I eat it slowly, it makes me sick. I also have GERD. (I'm also too poor most of the time to afford healthy things. Not a lot of people would be interested in my illustrations unless they were comic nerds.)
So, any other depressed/ED folks out there have some advice for me? I'm sorely hurtin' for some. For serious.
