I've read that book! Its good, Bill Bryson is an amazing writer. I find reading quite difficult because I always like to eat while I read haha. I'm finding playing online games good because its giving me something to do with my hands. I'm good at sewing so i'm thinking of taking up Knitting, maybe that would be a good idea for you to? keeping busy and occupided I think is the key. Meditation is definitly a good idea, I was doing pilates today which really calmed me down haha.
I did knitting for a while, I still have all the stuff, but I just get so damn anxious and restless that I really need something more engaging.
I used to play Spore to keep busy, but I got a new computer with Vista and the damn thing won't play the game.
What I'm finding difficult is the "all or nothing" mentality, I mean I'm sure if I start a packet of cookies, I will finish them off, and probably another, so isn't it better to just not eat them at all if I don't trust myself?
Anyway good luck with tomorrow Annie, i'm sure you'll be wonderful
I know EXACTLY what you mean. I had some ice cream today, thinking I could keep it to just a treat... I ended up finishing the container. It was only half full, but it was seriously like 7-10 scoops. I didn't count.
You're not alone, and I know that writing about how you are feeling and what you eat is a huge help along with having someone in the same boat. I am willing to help you through weight loss if you need somebody because I know how you are feeling...it's an awful feeling that takes over your life. Let me know. I'll be here
Keep your head up and hang in there!
Sarah
Thanks!
I can't tell you how good that makes me feel.
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Okay, so meditation didn't work. I'm not good at getting my own food, apparently. I went for breakfast with my mom, and I got a chocolate chip waffle. OH. MY. GOD. Wow. It was friggin amazing.
Then I got home and waited a bit for lunch... I started off with a canadian bacon and provolone cheese sandwich on a sandwich thin. I had a snack stack of sour cream and onion pringles. And then it all went to hell. I finished off a bag of wavy lays (about 1/4 bag), and a few mouthfuls of whipped cream, and then I realized there was half a tub of vanilla ice cream left in the freezer. So I had that, and I found my twix bar I bought yesterday but forgot... now I'm sitting here, kind of like, What the hell just happened?
I don't know how to stop my binge eating. I have no idea what brings it on.
I have literally no control over my emotions, but I never have, so I don't actually feel like I feel them. I don't make emotional memories very well because emotions have always been so unreliable that my brain just kind of says, Where the hell does this memory go?. So it just tucks it somewhere deep in my brain, and I never think of it again. In essence, I've had to detach from my feelings because they got so intense that I couldn't handle feeling them. I'm disconnected from emotions, so I have no IDEA how I feel when I start to binge... and there's no way for me to stop and say to myself, what are you doing? What emotion are you feeling right now? because I can't tell when I'm going to start. My mind kind of sits back and watches as my body tries to fill some unknown void.
I don't know how to say it... I look back on my whole life and I remember almost nothing. I remember in the senses, if it's hot and muggy and we get in the car, it reminds me of the beach, if I smell musty fabric, I remember my great grand dad's old house in mount hope... but I can't remember without the reminder of that sense. And when I do remember something, I don't remember exact happenings, I remember feelings and smells and tactile textures. My life feels devoid of feeling, but I do feel, because I know I do. I love my parents, I love my cats, I love my family... but it seems so flat and one-dimensional to me. It basically sucks. I don't remember very basic facts, like what states are where, road names and routes I've taken since I was a baby, which light switch is which, and even the multiplication tables. I feel ridiculously childish all of the time. I'm 18 and I can't drive. All my friends are going away to college to live on their own and grow up. I'm not. I'm going to community college and living at home. I feel like I should know how to do these things, I should know how to get to the movie theater, I should know how to get to my friend's house. But I couldn't even tell you directions to my house from across town, and I've lived in the same house, same town, for my whole life. You see? I know I feel things because when I start writing, they all come out, but I feel so detached, like I'm on autopilot and my brain went to do something else.
My dad also told me something very interesting about meditation if you have either a psychotic disorder, which I do (I hear voices) or a mood disorder (which I have too- bipolar disorder)*. He said that I should be very careful when I meditate, because it can be really easy to open the door to being focused on those problems, which exacerbates them.
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*To be correct, I must say I have schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type, which is a disorder in which the patient hallucinates consistently while having a bipolar mood disturbance. The hallucinations must continue even when the mood disturbance is not present.
I did my research. I wrote my final paper on schizoaffective disorder last semester for english. ... and it's kind of my life.