Hello all,
It's been a while since my last post and I apologize. Do you remember me mentioning earlier I had done photography for a wedding? Well I have been very behind on the pictures and was trying to get them done no distractions, so internet wasn't an option. Unfortunately in that time things haven't gone that fantastic.
I did manage to finish the pictures today though. I just wish I felt I deserved the money. I feel as though the pictures weren't as nice as they could have been. Though, then again, it was my first photography job.
In the past few days I've managed to skip two meals "because" of work, or sleeping in too late, and luckily (I suppose) making it up with night time snacking. But it's so weird. My stomach hurts all the time and when I'm hungry, most time the thought of eating makes me feel nauseous, or I'm hungry but don't feel like anything we have or that I could even purchase.
And of course, this lack of nutrients has caused me to be irritable and miserable.
I had a mini-purge too....I call it mini because I was able to stop myself early on, but still.
I'm quite depressed lately and John has noticed. It's hard to eat in front of him too. Especially today. Usually I eat supper a bit early because of Kung Fu on Wednesday's , but I prepared my food and just let it sit in front of me. When he asked if I was going to eat it, I simple said "No." And when he said I had to eat to have energy I replied "I'll eat after Kung Fu." ...I'm pretty sure I saw tears well up in his eyes...he and I both knew I wasn't planning on eating after. Shortly after we moved to the couch where I broke down and cried in his arms --the only place I truly feel safe-- and he did his best to comfort me before he had to leave. Food was still the enemy though.
I decided not to go to Kung Fu tonight because of my lack of energy and emotional state. As I did on Monday. However I also didn't go Monday because the anorexia was telling me to go even though I was tired and fatigued. I didn't feel my mind, motivation or body was up for the challenge so I made myself stay home to rest. I feel guilty about it though.
Still not on laxatives.
I think I'm also worried about my birthday coming up. My dad and I plan on going out for supper, and even though it is my favourite restaurant....I'm super scared. And then our Thanksgiving (Yes, I'm Canadian) is the week after, so that means lots of food and lots of people surrounding food. It makes me quite anxious, and I want to restrict to prepare myself for all the fat and calories to come.
To top it off I've got more work hours during our busiest time of the year (All-You-Can-Eat-Shrimp at Red Lobster...wooo)
My house got a phone call the other day I happened to answer with a very mean lady, and some stuff about how bad our financial situation still is came out...along with more hatred about my Dad from my mother.
Kung Fu is now harder because of the new moves and I'm beating myself up for not learning them right away.
I'm drinking more Coke Zero, which I'm pretty sure is part of my stomach pain issue, increased heartburn and lack of appetite. I'm so worried all of the Coke I've drank this year has completely rotted my stomach, yet I can seem to stop drinking it. I crave it all the time. I had been off it for a while and then treated myself once and it got worse from there. Guess I'm going no more again. I think my teeth have thinned from it too.
My graduation was also last Friday and I got a gift from a lovable teacher I will dearly miss, and saw some old friends. It made me very sad to know that it was truly "The End"
Oh, and then John and I got into a little spit tonight about how I'm beginning to push him away and he doesn't want to become the enemy. I felt so awful...especially because I know it was true. He always seems to linger around when I'm preparing food, and touches me and I HATE it. I just want my bubble around my plate so I can pay attention to portions and measure properly....but I need to stop that right? No measuring, and no anger.
I hate that ED anger! It's like nothing I've ever felt before. It makes me want to throw my plate across the room. Attack someone or scream so loud I break a window...All over food. UGH!
So needless to say I'm a bit low on motivation and just wishing I could sleep the day away and not have to eat at all. Not have to worry about responsibility, or talking to anyone, or even thinking. I want to remove myself from the world and hide in my room with the door locked. Leave me alone and don't dare come in.
I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny, therefore I'm not perfect.
Hunger is strength and I have to power to ignore it and be stronger than all the others.
^^^ These are thoughts that haven't be in my head in a very long time. I used to get anxious when I was hungry because I wanted food straight away or I feared something would happen. Now I wait...and wait...and wait.
Help?
Paige xoxo