I'm 26 and I live with my mom. She caught me twice throwing up, but she doesn't like confrontation so she let it go. If she were to find out I'm still purging she will watch me like a hawk. I won't be able to eat alone, spend time alone after I eat, the cupboards will be monitored to see if I binge when she is at work. Being unemployed I eat out of boredom.
I can't take this anymore. I know my depression stems from my eating disorder. My biggest fear is that I'll get fat again. Though I think if my mom watches what I eat, I'll just end up starving myself. I'm 5'6" 120 lbs, but I want to get down to at least 105. I was that weight once. I loved my body then, but my family hated it. Of course they thought I was too skinny.
This is so fucking stupid, trading one eating disorder for another. I can't figure out what I want. I hate my body and always will. Even when I wasn't depressed I hated my body. So I'm happy, but very tired when I'm thin.
I hope this makes sense. I guess most people have conflicting emotions about recovery. Getting better, but afraid to leave your comfort zone. I just wish I could stop binging and purging. It hurts so much. It's an addiction that is so hard to overcome. I can't let it go. I need it
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