I've been in therapy before. Not currently. And pretty much understand that I got the message that "fat" was bad, and was not loveable because there was so much attention given to the fact that I was getting heavy around age 11.
I know it was all intended in love, but with my personality (very shy back then also), I internalized it all to mean fat was bad, and I was not good because of it. I also got a lot of flack about being so shy.
But I'm 49 now, and still, the trigger for me is when my tummy gets fat, my pants get a little tight, etc. Because I was always being told to hold in my stomach, and if I could just get rid of my stomach, etc.
When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is stomach and hips. Big ones.
But I also know, this is not all about the weight. Its the high I get from the binge and then the purge. Being able to eat whatever I want, which I didnt' allow myself from age 12 on. And then knowing I can just get rid of it. There's the control factor, I guess.
Even though a major binge/purge makes me feel awful afterwards. Not sure why that awful feeling doesn't stick with me long enough to prevent me giving in to the b/p the next time?
I don't do it nearly us much as I used to. Once a week, maybe. Sometimes I go months without a b/p.
I do eat. I just watch it very carefully. And try to exercise every morning before I go to work.
I do really well, as long as I'm in a controlled environment: work, at home with my husband, etc. But left alone, I have to really work ahead of time not to plan a binge. Just because I can.
There was about a year's time not that long ago, that I thought I had put it behind me. Hadn't b/p for a long time. And my weight stabilized at a comfortable place. Was eating stuff I wouldn't DARE eat today. Not sure why my mind won't go back to that place. I have proof, (I think), that it worked. But the fear has come back. What changed was I did gain some weight all of a sudden. That is still what triggers it. And when I gain any, it goes straight to my tummy area. And now I can't convince myself that eating normally is going to work, that somehow I'm different.
I didn't really exercise that much over the years. Always yearned for a flat stomach. This last time that I gained the little bit of weight and saw the cycle coming back, I decided to commit to some healthy exercise, and thought for sure I would see the results that is in all the magazines. I STILL don't have a flat tummy. Unless I am about 3 pounds lighter than I am right now. So I'm struggling for that right now. And that's more fuel for my thought that my body is different than everyone else's.
Oops....I've rambled a bit. Thanks for being here!