It’s been a frustrating start to the year.
The cold I had last week has morphed into laryngitis. Yesterday, I had no voice whatsoever. I was worried about being alone last night and being unable to call anyone if I needed help, but luckily I slept well. This morning my voice has upgraded to a croak and I have a nasty, chesty cough. But I don’t feel too terrible.
More frustrating is my weight.
(I am a little bit ashamed of what I have written next, but I want this blog to be an honest portrayal of anorexia, and these are my thoughts at the moment).
I hit my lowest ever weight last week. Every day since then I’ve been hovering 0.3kg above it. It won’t fall back down again. I’ve written before about how conflicted I am over losing weight. I am well aware that if I keep losing, particularly at this rate, I will be in hospital soon.
But that said, it has been niggling at me all weekend that it has remained the same. There is no reason that it shouldn’t have fallen. I have done my normal amount of exercise. Aside from one higher calorie day, I have eaten as usual. It should be lower than it is. I used to get a thrill when I saw it drop. I don’t really get that satisfaction anymore. Just an endless frustration when it doesn’t fall as I expect. I’m hoping I can blame this plateau on being ill. I’m hoping that once this infection has cleared up my weight will be back down to where I expect it to be.
I have a weigh-in on Thursday.
I know lots of anorexics try to falsify their weight for a weigh-in. I have never been one to do that. I always feel like a weigh-in is a test. If it is higher than I want then I have failed. Almost like the weigh-in is my chance to show off the weight loss I have achieved. It’s a strange old mentality is anorexia.
If I’m honest, I don’t really have any desire to recover at the moment. All I want is my weight to be back down by Thursday. And down again next Thursday.
I feel powerless to stop.
Chicken Risotto 
you have been totally taken over by a demonic entity that taunts you and makes you starve yourself – it presents as either very strong urges which you are mistaking for your own urges or a voice – this demon is terrified of the name Jesus – if you say the Lords Prayer tonight when you are scared just feel it’s reaction to it – it is as scared of Jesus as you are of it – I advise you to give it a go but I think I am talking to deaf ears – you most likely think I am insane
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I don’t think you are insane, but I think that anorexia is a mental illness, not a demonic entity.
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Amen! 😉
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so in the depths of your struggle in the middle of the night what harm can it do to say The Lords Prayer ?
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There are a lot of things one could possibly do in the depths of despair… the problem is figuring out which ones will work for you based on your interests, your culture, your values etc.
If I’m a vegetarian, having a steak for dinner is not gonna do it for me… But I may be inclined to try tempeh even if I found it bland in the past. Just a somewhat poor analogy…
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have your Mum with you and say it together if you can
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Thinking of you CR xx and sending support – I know the depressing feeling well – it’s such a draining, isolating condition xx sometimes all you can do is try your best and turn up for your appointments xx my respect to you for being honest about how you feel xx Em
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Thanks Em, your comments are always appreciated. Hope everything is going ok for you x
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