Thursday, September 3, 2009

At an Impasse

I bought another pack of cigarettes even though I threw away the other pack I had last week. I've had a few of them and am sick of smoking them. I hate the smell of them, hate the way I smell after smoking them and while smoking them wonder what the hell I'm doing. I just had a cigarette at lunch and am back at my desk wanting to throw the pack away. Why do I keep doing this? I guess it boils down to cravings and felt I had to have a cigarette and bought a pack. I just realized while typing this. I lack discipline. This is why it's good to blog. You sometimes realize things about yourself while seeing it typed out or visitors to your blog realize it for you.

I wasn't hungry today at all and got lunch anyway. I had a salad because I thought I would probably get hungry by the afternoon and then would be stuck. I should have not eaten a darn thing. Now I am so full I feel sick and once again realize that I lack discipline.

I am getting bigger and bigger and bigger. My clothes are restricting while I refuse to buy larger ones. I look like a whale shark. I feel like a stuffed pig. Just give me an apple to stick in my mouth and call it a day. It will suit my physique just perfectly.

Two days ago I mowed the front and back yard. My muscles are still complaining from it. This morning I could hardly get out of bed and walk because my muscles were screaming with pain. That is how out of shape I am....I can't even cut the grass.

My knees hurt while walking and I get out of breath. I am getting hot all of the time because of the stores of fat all over my body. I feel like I breathe heavily while sitting because my lungs don't have enough room to expand with all the fat cells squashing them down. Even my eyelids are fat.

While typing this I got a granola bar out and am munching it. I'm full! I don't need it! But yet I do. The more I talk about my weight the more I want to eat. I just want to eat until I'm so full I pop and this shit is finally over.

It's funny really because I normally don't eat a lot at all. I'm not one of those comfort food eaters. I don't eat candies, chips or cookies. I don't eat granola bars. It's just lately I am so focused on my weight that I feel like an alien to myself and for some reason want to eat. It reminds me of my days of bulimia. When I was a teenager I would eat loads of food and vomit it up so that I could eat more. I would eat 10 bowls of cereal, throw up and eat 10 more, throw up, eat 10 more, etc. until all of the cereal in the house would be gone. I was skinny then. The only difference now is that I'm not making myself throw up. I want to, but I don't let myself get into the cycle because it was so difficult to stop before. Yet, I am sorta in that cycle, really.

I am going to weigh myself. It's been a while. There are scales in the building. Be right back....

I am back, huffing, puffing and wheezing because I actually walked. Went to the scales and found that I'm 253.2 pounds, which is 114.9 kilos or 18.09 stone for the Brits out there. The scales are located beside the vending machines and I stopped and purchased some peanut M&M's and a peanut butter Moon Pie. I never eat that shit, but today I will. Why not? I thought I was 260, and I'm actually seven pounds less than that, so by all means I need to eat! Even though I feel like I could vomit, I'm going to pack this shit in anyway.

Wow, while typing I'm getting really angry. Curious. I usually don't get angry. I am the depressed, emo type who just cries. Not now...I could smack the shit out of something at the moment.

You know, at least it's food I guess. If I was a drug user, I think tonight you would find me a lot like DJ AM who just died with 8 OxyContin not even all the way dissolved in his stomach, the ninth one still in his mouth, not even swallowed, laying on a bag of weed with a crack pipe beside him. At least he was skinny. Maybe I need to switch to drugs. What would my drug of choice be? I hate feeling out of control of my body, so which one would it be...hmmmm....

This peanut butter Moon Pie tastes like shit, but I'm going to eat it anyway. I should wash it down with a Mountain Dew or milkshake if I had one.

OK, just finished the Moon Pie and on to the M&M's! I'm not a big chocolate eater. I like dark chocolate, but don't eat a lot of it. M&M's I only eat them if going to the movies.

What the fuck am I doing?

Now the wimp is coming back and I want to cry. I'm no longer angry. I am lost. I don't know who I am. I am barely chewing the M&M's...just swallowing them to get it over with. I want to go to bed. I don't want to go to bed. I want to die. I don't want to die. I want to be a thousand pounds and not be able to get out of my house without a forklift breaking down a wall and getting me. I want to be skinny.

I want and want and want and want while increasingly becoming more empty inside. Nothing can fill this emotional chasm.

4 comments:

Karen ^..^ said...

It isn't like you don't recognize that there's a problem here. Most people cant even do that. What you are stuck on is trying to find some help. You are so busy trying to help everyone else, that you are being neglected. Sometimes you just want to sit back and be helped just once yourself, don't you?

Who is that person going to be, who finally supports, loves and helps you? That is, ultimately what you need.

You are starved for love, so you try to fill up with things that comfort for a while, but have long lasting adverse effects. Now it's not even comforting you anymore. Now it's pissing you off, and that's good, no matter how short lived it is.

find someone to support and love you unconditionally, sweet heart.

Start by looking in the mirror. You'll find the most important first one there.

forgive yourself. That will work wonders. Don't be so hard on yourself.

Anonymous Drifter said...

Girlfriend, you sound so much like me. I've had an on-going battle with my weight for years. Maybe we eat to fill the emptiness. I treated cigarettes the same way. Smoking like a chimney for some unknown reason. To fill in time, to fill the hole of my life, fill, fill, fill. Beating ourselves up doesn't help, just makes us miserable and compelled to keep feeding our addictions.I try to take one day at a time now. I keep thinking that I'll try just for today to keep myself on a level. Stay stable for 24 hours. Most people wouldn't understand how unbelievably hard that is. Hang in there, you're not alone in this.

eccedentesiat said...

I want to give you such a big hug right now. You probably don't think I do but I know exactly how you feel. I've been there and I've binged and although I've never been barely in the "normal" weight range, preferring to being in the "underweight" I still get the days where I think "what's the point, why stop now?" andd then I just eat and eat and eat until my stomach is aching and I feel nauseated by myself.

You can get out of it. You know there's a problem, not many people do and you're so so strong and lovely, you deserve to feel good.

XXx

Jewels Diva said...

Wow, you doing it tough :(

What about getting some books from your local library, maybe Dr.Phil, or some other expert who talks about self love, self worth and self respect?

You might learn something about yourself you never thought of before. You might understand what is going on inside, with food addiction.

What about walking around the block twice a day? Seeing a nutritionist or dietician to help you sort out whether you're addicted or allergic to some foods.

Try Louis Hay books, she gives you positive affirmations to say, and talks about self respect and self love. She's very helpful.

One thing I learned from 'The Secret'(I know, it's like everything else) is that you have to stop beating yourself up and talking bad about yourself.

It really does help!

 
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