I’ve had such a stressful week this last week. I’ve had police to deal with, past issues to deal with, weight gain, belly fat, money worries, food worries, everything. I feel like I need a nice cold alcoholic drink and a good old chat with my bestie. But I can’t. I’m stuck here.
Yesterday was tough. I had day leave but no one to spend time with so I walked around all day on my own looking at happy couples and families enjoying the sunshine and playing games while I’m sitting there on my own. Worrying about how big my belly looks. TodY took me ages to get ready. Everything shows of my belly. I look fat. Disgusting. And today was weigh in day. I’ve reached a number. The dreaded number. And it doesn’t sit well at all. I’m now at that bmi where I can drive and attend more groups as my “mind will
Be able to cope” . This In my head means I’m fat and definitely don’t need to be in hospital. My thighs are spreading my belly is pertuding. No longer caving in.
I check to see if I can still feel my hip bones everyday. I can. Just.
I check to see if I can still see my rib cage. I can’t. I’m fat.
This goes on day in day out and it doesn’t stop. At the minute my mental state is to just comply and eat everything. Get out of here and then go back. Diet. And be a weight and bmi I am “happy” with. The more weight I’m putting on, the higher my bmi goes the worse I feel. It’s still in the underweight category but this means nothing to me. It doesn’t register at all. All I’ve seen is I’ve put on so much weight, gone up through 3 different categories of bmi’s and am getting fat. I’m so unhappy with my body. I’ve never loved my body but I’ve been happier with it before than I am now. All I can think about all day is my body, my weight, my food and how I can burn it off or loose weight. I worry about weigh in each week I worry how I look. It’s constant. My brain is exhausted. And on top of all of this I’ve had a million and one things to deal with this week. But then I annoy myself. I feel shit and tho annoys me. There’s so many people in the world going through a hell of a lot worse than me and there fine. There living. There hAppy. There getting on with life and not letting it get to them. Then there’s me. A few problems. I few issues. An eating disorder and I’m like this and feel like this. I’m pathetic. I’m weak. I’m a sorry state of a human being. I hate myself.
My parents took me out today and it was lovely. Lovely to spend the day with them. But I spend the day thinking there probably looking at me and thinking I shouldn’t be in hospital. I’m too fat to be in hospital. It kind of kills my mood. But I’m determined not to let it affect the day. So I shove that smile on my face and try to block out all the nasty thoughts and problems. A smile goes a long way and hides a thousand feelings.