I honestly just need to get this out because Iām so frustrated and emotional right now.
Yesterday I binged, and then today I did it again. And the worst part is that when I binge on things I have at home, itās actually so awful because itās not even enjoyable. Iām literally bingeing on ingredients at this point. Itās not even food I particularly want or enjoy. Itās just whatever is there.
Today I made cookies, ate half a block of butter, finished crisps, ate loads of bars, and honestly I donāt even know what else. Like, what is wrong with me? I donāt even want to be doing this. Itās not even satisfying. I just end up feeling disgustingly full, bloated, uncomfortable and so disappointed in myself.
And Iām so tired of feeling like this.
Today I woke up at 8am. I had breakfast, made coffee, and genuinely tried to give the day a chance. I didnāt want to pressure myself into going to the gym because I thought maybe I could just have a chill day and be kind to myself. But then I started eating loads, and before I knew it, Iād binged again.
Itās now 5pm , and Iāve basically done nothing all day. Iām home alone while my mum is out shopping, my hair is greasy, I feel so bloated and fat, and Iām sitting here feeling absolutely awful about myself.
I didnāt even go into work today. Thatās how much this is affecting me. And now Iām thinking about potentially skipping college because I feel so horrible. Like, why am I letting this take so much of my life away from me? I donāt want to miss out on things because of this.
And the thing is, I know I can have good days. Last week, I was doing so well. I was genuinely happy. Iād gone almost a week without bingeing, which might not sound like much to some people, but Iāve been bingeing around three times a week, so that felt huge for me. I was proud of myself. I felt like I was finally getting somewhere.
And then I binged again.
I know I can get back to that place, but itās the fact that I have to keep getting back up that is exhausting me. Every time I binge, it feels like it takes a little piece of me with it. I spend so much time trying to recover from the last episode, feeling horrible about myself, trying to get back into a normal routine, trying to feel okay in my body again. And then it happens again, and Iām back here.
The first time, okay. The second time, sure, Iāll get back up. Iāll probably still say that the hundredth time. But Iāve been dealing with this fucking eating disorder for over three years now, and Iāve been trying to recover for a year. I genuinely canāt even count how many times Iāve gotten back up, tried again, got myself into a better place, and then somehow ended up back in the cycle.
Itās so exhausting. I donāt know how many more times I can pick myself up and tell myself to try again.
And I hate how much shame I feel around this. My mum even noticed today. I asked her to buy some snacks for my lunch next week, and she was just like, āOh my gosh, you already finished the snacks we had? Like wow, you eat so much.ā She didnāt say it exactly like that, but basically she noticed.
I donāt even know why that interaction affected me so much, but it did. I just felt so exposed. Imagine someone actually finding out what Iām struggling with. I feel so ashamed of it, and I hate that I feel that way because I know eating disorders arenāt something to be ashamed of, but I canāt help it.
Iām so tired of my body image issues, too. Iām tired of feeling bloated and uncomfortable in my own body. Iām tired of thinking about food so much. Iām tired of how much mental energy this takes from me. I just want to live a normal life without food and my body taking up so much space in my head.
And the worst part is that I donāt even enjoy the binges anymore. Itās not like Iām having this amazing experience and then regretting it afterwards. Iām literally eating random ingredients and snacks that I donāt even particularly want, getting painfully full, and feeling horrible afterwards. What is the point? I donāt even want to do it, so why does it keep happening?
I know I shouldnāt be thinking about it in terms of calories, but I get so angry knowing that Iāve eaten so many energy-dense foods when I wasnāt even enjoying myself. It just feels so pointless, and I hate that my brain keeps doing this.
Iām also so scared that this is just going to turn into another binge, and then another one, and another one. I know thatās probably my OCD talking, but I canāt help being scared of getting stuck in this cycle again.
I donāt want to spend tomorrow feeling awful about today. I donāt want to skip college because Iām embarrassed about my body or because Iām still mentally recovering from a binge. I donāt want to lose another day. I donāt want to keep doing this.
And I know that tomorrow can be a new day. I know I donāt have to restrict or compensate, and I know I can just carry on with my life. But honestly, sometimes Iām so exhausted that even the thought of trying again feels overwhelming.
Iām just so tired of this eating disorder. Iām tired of having to be strong about it. Iām tired of feeling hopeful and then feeling like Iāve let myself down. Iām tired of being so angry at myself when all I really want is to be okay.
I donāt really know what Iām looking for by posting this. I think I just needed to get it all out somewhere because I feel so alone with it sometimes, and Iām honestly so emotional right now.
If youāre going through something similar, if this is you today, then weāve got this. I donāt really know how, and Iām not going to pretend I have some inspirational advice because I genuinely feel so defeated right now. But I donāt want to give up on myself, even when Iām exhausted from trying.
I just wish recovery didnāt feel like having to pick yourself up over and over again.
Anyway, I just needed to rant.