Alright.... I have posted here in support of many who have an ED... I myself am a recovering bulimic, who sees herself in a downhill spiral and need some help to stop it.
Here is my story... I am a 32 year old mother of 2, I am a full time student, work part time and take care of my home mostly on my own because DD, DS and DH don't know how to do a #)($# thing around the house. I have had an ED since I was about 14.... I maintained about 125-135 most of my teen years at 5'8 I thought that was huge, I always thought that since I wasn't a size 1,2,3,4, or 5 I was a monster. I had a family full of tiny little people who all looked like they walked out of vogue and I felt like I came out of Geeks of America. Well I look back on that and realize that being encourage to diet at 12, 13, and 14 when I didn't need to lose weight gave me a really skewed few of what I was suppose to look like. Well, besides having a ton of screwy relationships during HS and after, I was left with a self esteem of a salted slug and a really bad body image.
After I broke up with my HS sweetheart after 2 and 1/2 years, I went through a major anorexic battle and dropped about 20 pounds, I was the smallest I had ever been, but my brain and my body were not on the same page... I got in to a rebound/spite relationship and became pregnant well I regained the weight I lost and an additional almost 70 pound topping the scales at a grand total of 205 pounds and as insane as it may seem this actually saved me because I was on a down hill slide to suicide and my son gave me the reason to live I needed. Well, I got back down to 140 pounds, I was comfortable and happy with this weight, my boyfriend and I broke up amiably and I proceeded on with my life. I dated a few guys got involved with some real losers and proceeded to goof up my life well I at 21 I got preggers again with my second child, I found out after I got preggers that the wonderful man I was with was a drug dealer and had not once but twice endangered my son by having him at the scene of drug deals and having drugs on him while my son was with him.... well I sent him on his merry way and again I was alone... My son's father and I got back together and I was alright until I started getting big again. I was so freaked out that he was going to leave me because I was getting fat I started to purge... I didn't binge I just abused laxatives and vomited up everything I ate in an attempt to not gain weight.. this worked in reverse and it makes sense now- that when you deplete your protein stores and have nothing to keep your fluids where they are suppose to be you just gain fluid and gain fluid and gain fluid and I was a very very sick girl when my daughter was born. Fortunately my daughter was a healthy 9pounds9ounces and I was a huge 215 pound of fluid when she came. I managed to get back down to 140-145 in a few months and managed to control my purging most of the time. My husband and I got married and I have had several miscarriages since then. I have had horrible reactions to them and I eventually sought help about 5 years ago for the ED and my depression. I was diagnosed with OCD and went through several months of counceling and medication therapy. I waited several years before I tried to diet and was close to 190 when I found a diet plan that I could work with and feel like I was tricking myself into losing weight without getting back in to the habits of binge/purge... I lost down to 140's and did fine until the last year. I went back to college and over this past year I have gained almost 30 pounds back... I started working really hard in January to lose it again and I just can't seem to get back into any kind of pattern except a bad one. I am having a really hard time managing my portions and when I don't I have a harder time managing not purging.
I can not do this again... I found out last year I have a valve defect that causes problems with my excercise and I just can't seem to motivate myself to do any thing but the ole just puke keeps popping in my head. I have to physically force myself out of the isle with laxatives on it and making myself not buy diet supplements is almost impossible... I really don't know what to do, I can't afford therapy right now and with this being my last semester of college, I graduate with my RN in May ... I can't get on anything that is going to make me sleepy or cause me to zone...
I really need help any suggestion?
Amy


Recently I was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer, I've had both boobs removed and now have lymphoma. During my first chemo I had a lot of nausea and vomiting. This was the trigger for a huge period of purging. Ironically my drugs made me gain weight at a alarming rate ( lots of steroids ). I found myself purging after almost every meal. Everyone thought it was the chemo so I could be quite public about it. It has been 2 years since my lastI V chemo sessions ( I'll always be on lower dose daily meds,) and I still occasionally purge. My onocologist has suggested I go on a low Carbohydrate program. In just a few months I am down 25 lbs, but more importantly I feel so much better and more in control. I've started going to a cancer support group which really helps as well. There is a lot of discussion about body image and it seems like everyone hates things about their bodies...Hee Hee
We are more normal then we think.
to help you. But I do have a compassionate heart and a willing spirit to offer a wee bit of advice. I think you should recognize some of the wonderful areas of success in your life. You have done some great things and obviously have a heart to help others. Please bring some of that same love and kindness into your own life. You are a special gal and just the fact that you were born is a miracle!!
. I hear you about the costs of therapy. My college had a free program for students. My cancer support group is also free. I'm sure if you do a little research there will be help that you can access. Don't give up on yourself Amy. You are a precious and unique daughter of the universe. You deserve to be well. You remain in my thoughts and prayers...Lori