a strange part of recovery
Posted: March 11th, 2015, 6:06 pm
Truly great things are happening, but I can't help but notice a few things:
There is plenty of information about the signs of eating disorders, what to do, how to get treatment, how to cope, etc. But at this point in my recovery there is a drop off of information; its the no-mans land in between post-hospitalization and a good five years of solid recovery. The support groups I've been to tend to populated by younger, less mature teens and young adults who still appear as though they could or should be in the hospital. I italicize appear, because I should know better not to judge appearances...
In my personal recovery (starting out my second year- whoo!) I've gained a very large amount of weight. When I see someone in recovery who is not overweight or even carrying a tad bit more skin I doubt their progress. Why do I do this? Is it just a way to justify or cope with my own issues about my own weight gain? I'm paranoid that I'm not really in recovery and my disorder has just turned into overeating (a la Paul, "whack-a-mole") but yet I look at the progress I've made and I think I'm doing well. Progress, not perfection, right? For example, I can have a bag of chips or a chocolate bar sit in my pantry for months when it couldn't last 5 minutes in my eating disordered time. I no longer eat huge quantities impulsively. I have eaten impulsively in the last two weeks I've noticed, but not binged.
Summer looms. I'm dreading the heat, stickiness, and the new found issues I find myself having as a heavier person. This is so foreign because I've always lived for summer and it could never be hot enough. But I'm wary of coming out from underneath the safe protective layer of clothes, and worst of all, I'm dreading the way my thighs rub together now and chafe so badly that I can't continue walking without looking completely strange. Thinking about the heat makes me cringe- even to the point of me having thoughts of moving to a colder place. I'm worried about what I will wear in the summer, having to have longer shorts and sleeves now to hide stretch marks and even dreaming up ways to avoid chafing (wrapping an ace bandage around one of my thighs). There is a part of me that is so saddened by these thoughts and so disappointed by my new found state but it doesn't compare to the other side: the grateful, blooming side that is thriving in life, friendships, and love. I know I'm hiding, I know my weight is still an issue, and I know I'm not as recovered as I think I am.
Its so difficult talking about this with my family because its such a sensitive subject. When I tell them I'm thinking about taking on an exercise routine or a weight-loss program what I really want them to say is, "You are beautiful the way you are, do this only if your intentions are for good health, etc..." But instead I get the stifled, covert concern, "well thats a good idea..." which of course I interpret as, "O my god I'm so glad YOU said it we were so worried you were going to turn into the 600 lb woman on tv!" (Ed's voice I know, I know) My family is very geared toward image and weight. To give you an idea of the difficulty I have with my family: My dad continued to tell me what to eat/not eat in the eating disorder unit I was in at the hospital.
Also, on the podcast I hear people talking about diet and exercise as coping mechanisms or preventative strategies for combating our mental illnesses, but what do you say to the person who over-exercises and has a very complex relationship with food?????
Is there anybody out there who is in this weird part of recovery? Can anyone relate? I feel alone, but I know I can't be...
There is plenty of information about the signs of eating disorders, what to do, how to get treatment, how to cope, etc. But at this point in my recovery there is a drop off of information; its the no-mans land in between post-hospitalization and a good five years of solid recovery. The support groups I've been to tend to populated by younger, less mature teens and young adults who still appear as though they could or should be in the hospital. I italicize appear, because I should know better not to judge appearances...
In my personal recovery (starting out my second year- whoo!) I've gained a very large amount of weight. When I see someone in recovery who is not overweight or even carrying a tad bit more skin I doubt their progress. Why do I do this? Is it just a way to justify or cope with my own issues about my own weight gain? I'm paranoid that I'm not really in recovery and my disorder has just turned into overeating (a la Paul, "whack-a-mole") but yet I look at the progress I've made and I think I'm doing well. Progress, not perfection, right? For example, I can have a bag of chips or a chocolate bar sit in my pantry for months when it couldn't last 5 minutes in my eating disordered time. I no longer eat huge quantities impulsively. I have eaten impulsively in the last two weeks I've noticed, but not binged.
Summer looms. I'm dreading the heat, stickiness, and the new found issues I find myself having as a heavier person. This is so foreign because I've always lived for summer and it could never be hot enough. But I'm wary of coming out from underneath the safe protective layer of clothes, and worst of all, I'm dreading the way my thighs rub together now and chafe so badly that I can't continue walking without looking completely strange. Thinking about the heat makes me cringe- even to the point of me having thoughts of moving to a colder place. I'm worried about what I will wear in the summer, having to have longer shorts and sleeves now to hide stretch marks and even dreaming up ways to avoid chafing (wrapping an ace bandage around one of my thighs). There is a part of me that is so saddened by these thoughts and so disappointed by my new found state but it doesn't compare to the other side: the grateful, blooming side that is thriving in life, friendships, and love. I know I'm hiding, I know my weight is still an issue, and I know I'm not as recovered as I think I am.
Its so difficult talking about this with my family because its such a sensitive subject. When I tell them I'm thinking about taking on an exercise routine or a weight-loss program what I really want them to say is, "You are beautiful the way you are, do this only if your intentions are for good health, etc..." But instead I get the stifled, covert concern, "well thats a good idea..." which of course I interpret as, "O my god I'm so glad YOU said it we were so worried you were going to turn into the 600 lb woman on tv!" (Ed's voice I know, I know) My family is very geared toward image and weight. To give you an idea of the difficulty I have with my family: My dad continued to tell me what to eat/not eat in the eating disorder unit I was in at the hospital.
Also, on the podcast I hear people talking about diet and exercise as coping mechanisms or preventative strategies for combating our mental illnesses, but what do you say to the person who over-exercises and has a very complex relationship with food?????
Is there anybody out there who is in this weird part of recovery? Can anyone relate? I feel alone, but I know I can't be...