"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." Plato.
Its been two years since I first reached out for help for disordered eating. It was a day or two before my golden birthday, and I had finally reached the end of my rope, and mustered enough strength to admit I had a problem, and as hard as I stubbornly tried - I couldn't tackle it alone.
"You cannot solve a problem until you acknowledge that you have one and accept responsibility for solving it. -Zig Ziglar
As much as I would like to say I'm 'cured', I know it is a life long battle. I was fed up with the way I was living, and how this problem slowly took complete control over my life. I couldn't live another year like this. And certainly not my 'golden' year.
"There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; and easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore."
I've always struggled with my weight. For as long as I can recall. Insecurities with my physical self dominated my thoughts and emotions throughout my life. I can't say there was ever a moment, specifically in my childhood/teenage years that I didn't doubt myself, or fear having anyone pay attention to me - because then my flaws and weight would surely be front and center. Insecure was an understatement.
I found solace in athletics. I was strong. I am strong. I was good at it. I gained acceptance and friendship through athletics. I started casually lifting when I was in 6th grade in our basement. Throughout high school and college, whenever I stepped on the court or field, the rest of the world turned off. It didn't matter what other people thought or saw, because other than my teammates and opponents, no one else and no one else's judgments existed. Other than my dad. He made his voice known at athletic events; and most of the time it was hard not to hear him. And as I said, I usually had success in athletics. And it gave me a platform to achieve and to embrace my body, in what ever shape I was in.
Throughout the years I've tried just about every 'diet' out there. My family took me to a nutritionist, and my parents were always very active. But I never could get my weight under wraps. Around 10th grade, I started to be a basketball/workout maniac. I played anything and everything, all the time. Summers consisted of playing hoops with the guys (and an occasional girl) during the morning open gym, working out at home, and another open gym session in the evening. Sundays were play days. Basketball for 2-3 hours, then volleyball for a few more. I loved those days. Pretty sure I would fall apart if I tried to keep up at that pace today. None the less, I started to lose a little weight in high school, and I'm sure I've lost and gained over 300 pounds in my life.
One of the last fad diets I did was through a former employer HCG diet. While it was successful and I think I lost almost 40 pounds in little over a month. It was, as my dearest friend Amanda Wilfer would say, a complete Mind-Fuck. (Sorry for the explicitness, but its necessary). Losing a pound a day, in the manner that I was (specific diet, and use of HCG hormone drops) yields mind-fuck. Essentially it involved a daily low dose of hCG, in combination with a customized ultra-low-calorie (500 cal/day, high-protein, low-carb/fat) diet that promoted loss of adipose tissue without loss of lean tissue. I won't go into much detail about this, as I don't want to promote it, here is the HCG site on wiki, that has some interesting information/warnings about the diet and the hormone in general. I believe the use of the hormone has its place, but I would strongly advise against it unless there are endocrine issues, and only if prescribed by a doctor. Needless to say, that level of weight loss in a short amount of time, again was a total mind-fuck (did I mention that yet?); that, in combination with my personality type, my long history with troubled body image, I believe, set me on the disordered eating track.
The constant positive attention that I received as a result of my weight loss was intoxicating (which is interesting because I've spent so long fearing attention), and once I stopped losing I feared not being able to maintain. And due to the unrealistic diet and lifestyle I had to practice, maintenance was highly unlikely, and quite frankly unrealistic. I've always enjoyed working out and trying to be healthy, but this state sent me into an exercise obsession. Which in turn sent me into food compulsion so you could say. I had so much physical fatigue and anxiety due to taxing my body so much, that I couldn't keep up nutritionally. I always felt starving, and insatiable. This set me on a vicious cycle. I would try to fuel (not always/usually with the best sources), and then feel completely guilty over the food I had consumed, and would therefore have to purge it via excessive exercise - rinse and repeat. Over and over. When my body couldn't exert itself fast or good enough, I resulted to other means of purging. And when you reach that point you, yourself, know there is a problem...but that itself, is a vicious cycle that is incredibly difficult to pull yourself out of. I could probably have an entire blog dedicated to the thoughts and emotions of this particular point of the journey, but another day perhaps. What matters is that I eventually owned up to having a problem, and asked for help. Through amazing family support, growth in faith, therapy (cognitive behavioral therapy/training, pharmacol, & counseling), time, and self-exploration, it's been two plus years since I've abandoned that lifestyle.
"Keep in mind that part of growing up is learning how to deal with difficult issues, and the benefits can be great if you have the courage to ask for help. Human beings are not designed to go through life alone. No one has to bear the burden of the tough times all by themselves." Jack Canfield
I've wanted to take the time to blog about this, as its been thee most formative experience in my life. And I think that by talking about the tough stuff in life, not only do we as individuals grow, but it is likely that you will help someone else in their journey. There is more to this story, and Part II is to come hopefully tomorrow. Thanks for your support, stay tuned...
Dunn Dunnn Dunnnnnnnnnnn. ;)