Not sure what exactly I'm trying to say or looking for. I guess I wanted to just get it out... I'm certain to ramble and probably make very little sense. If you actually read it all you're amazing.
I say mini because compared to when I've really binged in the past, it wasn't much at all. My binges in the past I have actually been crying about the fact that I didn't really want to eat anymore, but I made myself keep eating almost as a "punishment" for messing up in the first place (man, that sounds twisted). Last night was more of a lapse into comfort eating than a binge ("just" had a bit of ice cream, a handful of almonds and chocolate chips, two cookies), but it still had that edge of punishment to it.
For the past few years I've been suffering with unexplained chronic fatigue. (Tried anti-depressants, they did nothing.) Looking back I think I might have had this problem for longer, but when I was younger I didn't try as hard as I do now to get things accomplished. I always assumed I was a horribly lazy person, but looking back I wonder if I was simply tired like I am now only without the drive I have to do things anyway.
Some days I can get by okay and do what I need to keep the house up and workout,
maybe have the energy and concentration to do something I enjoy like sew or read... but some days just getting out of bed, getting dressed, and washing dishes wipe me out completely. The past couple months it's been worse. I feel like I'm fighting all day long just to get my body to move the way I need it to.
I know, I
know, that if I keep my food under control I can lose weight even if I slept all day. But the feelings of desperation and guilt (what if it's all in my head? what if everyone else feels this way and somehow they're better than me and push through?) are huge triggers for me. I don't know why I give in though, when I know that all it will do is cause more problems (maybe that's what I want? I feel guilty so I decide I need to be in more pain?).
Anyway, after last nights breakdown with a lot of sobbing my husband insisted we make getting back to the doctor and demanding some more tests a priority. For some reason I feel guilty about that too. I feel guilty about complaining to the doctor over symptoms I can't explain. I'm afraid he (and everyone else, even anyone reading this) will just assume I'm a terribly lazy person making excuses.