- Nathaniel Hawthorne
I feel further away from my anorexia, more recovered, than ever... But I'm still looking over my fucking shoulder, I still get upset about it, I still want someone to tell me what to eat and when to eat and to keep me in check. It's been nearly five years since I left hospital, that's playing on my mind a lot, because if I'd done things right, if I'd been okay since then, I would still weigh more or less the same right now, and I don't, I weigh a Hell of a lot more, not a few lbs more but five fucking stone more. And I know medication is partly to blame, but a lot of it is me still seeking and finding comfort in food, feeling safe in my own body because I've made it so fat and disgusting. And a part of me is still so fucked up enough to believe that I only have two choices, to overeat or to undereat, and that if I eat more than what feels like an okay amount I can't cope and have to eat everything in sight. My whole life has been split in two, eating too much or eating too little.
I want desperately to be 'normal' but I don't think I ever will be. I want that third option, that middle ground, but it's so unatainable, I try and I try and I try but I can never stick to it, I always end floating off to the sides. I don't know who I'd be if I wasn't the fat girl or the thin girl, if I didn't eat everything or virtually nothing, if I just ate like everybody else.
I hate New Year, everyone makes plans to diet, to lose weight, to join the gym, and I don't even know what mine are. I want to get my weight out of the obese range, then out of the overweight range... I want to devote my entire time and life to it but I can't and I won't let it dictate to me like that again. But it's so hard and draining keeping yourself in check all.the.time. Which is probably why I haven't done much about it yet. Because it's such hard work to constantly analyse what you're eating and why you're eating it and is it enough or too much... It's like my head is going to explode.
I want desperately to be 'normal' but I don't think I ever will be. I want that third option, that middle ground, but it's so unatainable, I try and I try and I try but I can never stick to it, I always end floating off to the sides. I don't know who I'd be if I wasn't the fat girl or the thin girl, if I didn't eat everything or virtually nothing, if I just ate like everybody else.
I hate New Year, everyone makes plans to diet, to lose weight, to join the gym, and I don't even know what mine are. I want to get my weight out of the obese range, then out of the overweight range... I want to devote my entire time and life to it but I can't and I won't let it dictate to me like that again. But it's so hard and draining keeping yourself in check all.the.time. Which is probably why I haven't done much about it yet. Because it's such hard work to constantly analyse what you're eating and why you're eating it and is it enough or too much... It's like my head is going to explode.
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