tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245535134581176378.post3242383291359113158..comments2023-05-24T22:28:41.496-07:00Comments on Finding My Value: When It's BadDenisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06795374433278780949noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245535134581176378.post-38072454108973111052012-05-09T08:17:54.251-07:002012-05-09T08:17:54.251-07:00I wonder if both gaining and losing weight trigger...I wonder if both gaining and losing weight triggers ED responses? I remember a friend telling me her anorexia began with some accidental weight loss, and she felt "I can lose more!" and ended up going down 20 pounds during the summer. <br /><br />I should try these logical writing exercises. It seems like my logic and everything I've learned about FA just disappears when I'm in that frame of mind. Like, "wtf was I thinking? I'm huge! FA doesn't apply to me anymore!" <- makes no sense, because I frequently reblog pictures of 300+-pound ladies on Tumblr and find them courageous and beautiful. (I'm about 205.) <br /><br />Again, thank you so much for your support :* :* I feel touched that I got so many compassionate responses. (And so far, no negative ones. Whew!)Denisellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06795374433278780949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245535134581176378.post-37637855595476700142012-05-08T15:00:40.304-07:002012-05-08T15:00:40.304-07:00I've been wondering why you'd been so quie...I've been wondering why you'd been so quiet, and I'm sorry to hear that you were feeling so badly.<br /><br />Relapses happen, unfortunately. I had a minor one myself a few days ago; I got busy with work-related things, and when I got hungry, not only did I not eat, but I caught myself thinking some pretty scary stuff, much like you did, and severely restricting my food intake. (This happened, somewhat ironically, shortly after I realized that I <i>had</i> recently lost weight; the outfit that I wear for my community choir's performances is now fitting a little more loosely than it did when I bought it four years ago.) On the occasions when I catch myself falling into the old "Hey, your body already carries a supply of energy all the time, so you really don't need to eat <i>now,</i>" trap, I'll often write down what I'm thinking and then make myself eat something small that will tide me over until I'm in a less messed-up frame of mind: a cup of tea and a bit of toast are usually helpful, for example. (Not least because I can never resist a good cup of Earl Grey.) And when I'm done, and when my usual frame of mind has reasserted itself, I look back at what I wrote and actually take out my red pen and "correct" my thoughts, almost like marking an essay. (Gee, can you tell that I'm a teacher? <i>*grin*</i>) I don't always keep those "corrected essays," but I find the whole thing to be very therapeutic, and it reminds me that when I'm relapsing, I'm not in my most logical frame of mind.Zillahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00818031446903225167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245535134581176378.post-7138733829224430802012-05-08T13:32:02.700-07:002012-05-08T13:32:02.700-07:00Ah, that letter idea sounds pretty col! Maybe I sh...Ah, that letter idea sounds pretty col! Maybe I should try it. It reminds me of the depression-aversion technique of trying to think something positive whenever bad thoughts arise. <br /><br />Bloopy is a great name for that, LOL! :D When you make something laughable it's not as scary. (Just see Harry Potter.) <br /><br />Thank you so much for sharing this! It might be quite helpful.Denisellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06795374433278780949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245535134581176378.post-22519252071322460562012-05-08T13:15:54.042-07:002012-05-08T13:15:54.042-07:00thank you so much for your honesty here. many, man...thank you so much for your honesty here. many, many of us have slip ups and relapses into old disordered thinking. I have named the inner critic who talks like this above Bloopy and when Bloopy acts up I do several things... if im in a hurry I say, "STFU, Bloopy!!!" or I let Bloopy write a letter and then I write her back explaining how what she is thinking and saying makes no real sense and also I see Bloopy as a sad and upset 5 year old and I hug Bloopy and tell her she is powerful precious, beautiful and loved... any and all these have helped until the storm passes. I hope they help you, too. ( I named her Bloopy because the name is just so silly it makes me laugh and it disempowers the part of myself who for so many years was a monster three stories tall and insurmountable in its loathing).Fattiboomballattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06978619745119476222noreply@blogger.com