*Caution Slippery Slope Ahead*

I have received so many inspirational comments, encouraging words, reassurance.

I’ve seen comments such as, “You’re brave and curious.” “I don’t know you but I am proud of you because in my own journey you give me hope and inspiration.”, “You are showing such strength and determination.”, “Wish I was as strong as you are with your decision to recover.”, “Gives me hope :)”,  and one of my favorites:         “I saw a comment you left on someone else’s post and I found my way to your blog and before I knew it, I had read your entire archive. I’m so inspired by your story. Thank you for being so honest, for baring your soul to the internet – I feel like I can relate to a lot of what you said.”

These words, your words, your encouragement, has meant so much to me. I have to be honest though, I don’t want to come across as “Oh, I left treatment, everything is rainbows, sparkles and sunshine.”  I never want to come across phony and fake.

Honestly? I am struggling, but I don’t want to admit it to myself let alone anybody else. I don’t have an outpatient team, I keep putting it off and considering it “not important”. School is the most important thing to me… ok, and attempting to stick to my meal plan.

But here I am again, acting on urges and thoughts…THOUGHTS. Feelings, emotions, guilt, FOOD AND ED.

Over Easter break, my friends and I took the boat out, went out to an island on the lake and had a cook out. It was terrific, I hadn’t hung out with them in forever. It was so much fun. We ran around the island, played around on the beach, climbed trees, watched the guys be guys, laughed, started a fire. It was terrific. Then came dinner time. I helped cut stuff, and start the grill, played with fire.

After the burgers and hot dogs were done being cooked we all gathered around to eat, talk, and laugh. I attempted to make a plate and be “normal”. Ok, I’ll have a bun for starch… oh God, no, no bun… nevermind… but I’ll have cheese for fat…. ok… and lettuce and tomato.. and pickle… ok.

“What? Got something against buns?” One of my friends teased. “Hah, oh yeah, I do, I just have bun envy so I refuse to give in.” I joked back.

Then, as they passed around homemade chocolate chip cookies I reluctantly took one. “You didn’t have a starch or your second fat, so this is acceptable.”  I took a cookie, ripped it into pieces, and got about 3/4 of the way done with it when the familiar face of guilt and regret came back full force.

“You don’t know how much fat was in that. You have no idea what was even in that patty you ate. Oh God, you can just taste those calories. What did you do?”

Unfortunately, my glance went all around the circle. Everyone else was laughing, still enjoying the food. I was mentally body checking. Perfectly aware of my pudgy stomach, my touching thighs. Yet, as I looked around, I was the smallest one out of our group. You would think that would be comfort that it was okay to eat. Oh nooo. ED took what I saw and ran with it. “You saw what they ate… HOW they ate. You are going to look like that. You are going to be bigger than them.”  It had nothing to do with my friends. I love them all and they are terrific, but I am so insecure and so paranoid and irrational.

I snuck away, took a walk around the island. There I stood, my toes in the freezing water line in the sand. I looked out at the lake…. and stuck  my fingers down my throat.  My fingers were sappy and bitter from climbing the trees earlier. I got done, wiped away the running mascara, snot-faced self, on my sleeve, and stuck my vomit-covered hand into the sub-zero temperature of the mountainous lake.

“How embarrassing” I thought… not this again….

I enjoyed the rest of the day, returned to the group, snacked on a piece of pineapple for dessert and tried to laugh with the rest of my friends.

Yesterday, I needed to study, I went to Starbucks to get coffee. I was feeling ballsy and decided to try something new. I’m not into the foo-foo girly sugary drinks, and ordered something that sounded up my alley, but different. I got in the car and headed home. I took a sip of my drink and wasn’t sure- I was immediately taken back by how sweet it was, but decided to try one more sip of the $5 drink.

It was awful. It wasn’t what I expected or wanted.  I got so worked up, convinced I could taste each calorie. On the way home I was freaking out, going from a 0 to 10.5 mentally. Not sure what to do, how to handle it. I got so flustered and worked up that I gave myself the hiccups. Which led to me involuntarily throwing up in my Starbucks cup as I’m driving in my car on the way home.

So, now here I am, headed home, with a Starbucks cup full of some God-awful sugary substance drink and vomit. Awesome…. *sarcasm* -_-

So, now what do I do? I thought. There is no way I can get this drink inside and dump it out without my best friend seeing. Shit Shit Shit.  Oh, the shit ED drives us to do…. In my mind, the logical way out of this was to roll down the window and throw my cup out of it.

Okay guys, hear me out. I swear, I have never done something like that before. The worse thing I ever threw out of my car was an apple core.  I knew it was an awful idea, but in my mind what was I supposed to do. I didn’t want to get caught coming in the house with a cup full of vomit… I couldn’t just put it in our outside trash can, someone would see.

So anyway. It’s been a slippery slope and I am struggling. ED is just currently raging, which sucks.

Trust the Process

XOXOXO

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4 thoughts on “*Caution Slippery Slope Ahead*

  1. Trust the process. Do the next right thing. It was a slip. Its going to be a struggle. That’s okay– but it is why you need an outparient team. You can do this! You have come so far. Xx

  2. Please know that you are not letting anyone down by struggling. We ALL struggle. I would say that recovery isn’t about having only good days, it’s about dealing with the bad days without being destructive. (I know I’ve said that before, but I don’t remember who I said it to, sorry if I’m being repetitive.) You are human. The reason people read your words and respect your recovery is because you are real. You aren’t any less deserving of our respect when you struggle. If anything, you’re MORE deserving in those times.
    Get back up. Keep fighting. You can do this.

  3. Wow, the internal conversation you had while looking at your friends and the mental body checking…I do that, constantly 😦 There will always be ups and downs in this journey. You had a difficult day, but it doesn’t mean you won’t have a good day to compensate. Recovery isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and we can be pretty harsh on ourselves when that doesn’t happen (I know!). But dust off your knees and keep going. That next good day is right around the corner 😉

  4. Trust the process indeed. It’s progress not perfection. And the fact is blips and hiccups are part of recovery. It’s what we learn from them to steady the ship in the future that’s the most important thing; ensuring we don’t allow a blip to throw our ‘all or nothing’ mentality viewing recovery as ‘all’, and complete 100 engagement to the illness as ‘nothing.’ There is the weird grey area in between which is the process of recovery where good days, testing days, blips and hiccups live.

    Keep your honesty. Always review your structure and don’t improvise. This illness is so sneaky. It’s baffling, cunning and will have us on our knees in a short period when we become complacent or do not manage the behaviours that come back very subtly at first.

    You are an inspiration and nobody thinks you’re perfect so take that pressure off because I have no doubt you’re a perfectionist. Recovery is way from perfect. It’s such a steep learning curve. I guess treatment is just the beginning, the hard bit comes now when we are free in the world with the same crap that hurt like heck but our eating disorder made just about tolerable.

    However, I guess we know in our hearts, ed living is actually existing and not living.

    You can do it. You really, really can xx

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