Long story short, I developed anorexia in my mid-teens. I was the hyper restrictive, punitive type. At my worst I was 90lbs (I’m 5’6”). By 25 I had made improvements and while still addicted to cardio, I had gained weight and no longer used starvation as my primary tool.
I’m older now and am experiencing my first true relapse. Instead of keeping my thoughts to myself (my technique was also to block out people - my body my choice thinking), my dietician is encouraging me to talk honestly with ppl I knew then who are still in my life now. Also, open up to ppl who don’t know about my past.
It’s going well except for one person who met me 1 year into me working on eating (it was a roller coaster). She interestingly enough was diagnosed with morbid obesity at the time. Hand to heart I did not befriend her to make myself feel smaller or better. I befriended her because she was such an awesome person! Of course in knew there was prob background talk in her head and mega guilt in her end, but I always supported her and stood by her ups and downs.
Then she got serious about losing weight. Which was good, for her health she had to. She worked diligently for a year and was declared medically healthy again. Still needed to lose more weight, but her weight trusted health conditions were under control. Yay, right?
Ya ... no. The next few years turned into a behavior pattern of weight loss = change in attitude. Mostly bragging, pushing away ppl who had stood behind her and becoming really self facing and ... snobby.
I eventually cut ties. Her new found normal weighted/ness was no excuse to have a crappy attitude or think she was better than people. Also, she was by my side as I struggled (alone) with my own recovery.
It started to feel like she was competing with me in her head. That was just something I couldn’t take.
Fast forward to now. We reconciled our friendship and have been in touch for awhile now. But, she’s the latest victim of these stupid extreme diet crazes and is borderline obsessed with exercise and taking constant selfies, etc.
I told her that I had relapsed but only b/c there are social rules you put in place. You can’t talk numbers with me, etc. there’s a whole list on the internet of dos and don’t s.
What does she do: tell me all about how she’s discovered intermittent fasting and how easy she finds it to not eat for 16 hours at a time. And how much she’s able to get out and exercise and how she takes on these daily challenges, blah blah.
She basically broke all the rules. I’m currently at step one: trying to incorporate a single solid food. I was in the ER (twice) because I went unconscious from dehydration and lack of food. I haven’t eaten a meal (combined foods) since October.
BUT, this latest episode wasn’t triggered by me. I got a bad infection in my gut that caused the first episodes of not eating and dehydration. It shredded my colon and now I’m on a medical diet for 6 months.
But the initial weight drop triggered my old thoughts and now I’m scared to eat for two reasons 😞. They made me buy a scale to track the disease but that’s been a no-no in my house for decades.
It’s awful trying to fight this girl in my head who demands I take this further and the other girl who just doesn’t want to be sick anymore. Also, all that crazy exercise from the past plus sport’s and dancing have wrecked my joints and ligaments so I can’t exercise like my friends. She knows this and it seems to increase her bragging about all the things SHE can do.
So what now? I feel like she’s started a competition in her head, that obvi she has body issues and she’s maybe even happy I’m sick.
How do you, as an adult, address this? Just cut her out? The whole BS intermittent fasting thing sent me over the edge. Ugghhh.