Blonde Logic
Yes. You can.
Well, the dust has not even begun to settle, but I realised today I must take action, and take action NOW.
This ordeal of losing mom, the 40 days in the critical care burn unit seeing things no one should see - the absolute anguish of watching her fight hard enough to heal her burns only to see her organs all shut down got to be too much to bear.
And everything I learned in CBT went out the window.
This was too painful, and too deep and I reached for my old friend, without a care about it. I just could not worry - I felt so awful the feelings were so intense - my familiar old friend became my drug again.
It was just too much.
So - I have done some pretty serious damage, and made the decision a few days ago that when I get back from the funeral and all that goes with that, that I would go back on full abstinance - not as a band aid but at this point a full on diet as I have probably put on nearly 2 stone. :cry:
I knew with everybite, what I was doing, that I was stuffing my feelings. But I did not care - I knew I would pay for it in the end, and it was all I could manage to do to get through everything. Even when it was making me feel ill, and nearly physically impossible to swallow - I forced myself. Sad, innit.
Such a strong pull, and serves the purpose of deadening pain so well. blast.
Goes to show just how hardcore those old demons can be. I felt ill - and kept eating. In the past, I never noticed the ill feeling, so at least I am aware I suppose.
So - tonight I decided I will not wait until we get back, I am going to start now and I will bring packs with me when we return for the funeral, and clearing thehouse, etc.
That is going to be a very difficult time, and if I am on packs, then I won;t eat anything - problem sorted.
Starting this weekend will give me 3 weeks on packs before we go, and then 3 weeks on packs while we are there. THere then won;t be much longer when we return.
I am not going to beat myself up. It happened. It was not my primary worry, so now I just have to pay.
So, here we go again - facing a lot of challenges ahead. These are not happy days. BUt maybe taking the worry away about food - that is one thing I can actually take control of - everything else has all been out of my hands.
So - wish me luck - and I will probably need a hand now and again.
But the buck stops here. Now.
This ordeal of losing mom, the 40 days in the critical care burn unit seeing things no one should see - the absolute anguish of watching her fight hard enough to heal her burns only to see her organs all shut down got to be too much to bear.
And everything I learned in CBT went out the window.
This was too painful, and too deep and I reached for my old friend, without a care about it. I just could not worry - I felt so awful the feelings were so intense - my familiar old friend became my drug again.
So - I have done some pretty serious damage, and made the decision a few days ago that when I get back from the funeral and all that goes with that, that I would go back on full abstinance - not as a band aid but at this point a full on diet as I have probably put on nearly 2 stone. :cry:
I knew with everybite, what I was doing, that I was stuffing my feelings. But I did not care - I knew I would pay for it in the end, and it was all I could manage to do to get through everything. Even when it was making me feel ill, and nearly physically impossible to swallow - I forced myself. Sad, innit.
Goes to show just how hardcore those old demons can be. I felt ill - and kept eating. In the past, I never noticed the ill feeling, so at least I am aware I suppose.
So - tonight I decided I will not wait until we get back, I am going to start now and I will bring packs with me when we return for the funeral, and clearing thehouse, etc.
That is going to be a very difficult time, and if I am on packs, then I won;t eat anything - problem sorted.
Starting this weekend will give me 3 weeks on packs before we go, and then 3 weeks on packs while we are there. THere then won;t be much longer when we return.
I am not going to beat myself up. It happened. It was not my primary worry, so now I just have to pay.
So, here we go again - facing a lot of challenges ahead. These are not happy days. BUt maybe taking the worry away about food - that is one thing I can actually take control of - everything else has all been out of my hands.
So - wish me luck - and I will probably need a hand now and again.
But the buck stops here. Now.
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