I haven't talked with anyone about this, but I come at this from the opposite side of things. I started seeing a nutritionist at the beginning of this year, being vegetarian and just wanting to make sure that I was doing okay. It turns out that I was far from it. No one has ever called it as it is, but I had what you would probably call an unrealized eating disorder. She opened my eyes to the fact that I was generally taking in about half of the calories that my body needed to stay healthy. I have recently (within the past 3 years) been diagnosed with a thyroid condition (hypo), and was just doing all sorts of terrible things to myself without even realizing it.
I was generally ill most of the time for several years, starting with my first year of teaching. I'd skip meals on a regular basis, citing that I was "too busy" to eat. I wasn't working out. I wasn't sleeping. I felt terrible and was always sick. I'd gotten to the point where I would go days without eating, because I felt "better" when I didn't eat. This was happening at least once or twice a month by the time that I finally went to see Robin.
She has completely turned my life around. I thrashed around the house for the first month or so of seeing her, yelling that I wasn't hungry, and didn't WANT to eat anything. I had to literally force food down. She enforces the small meals every 3-4 hours with snacks, etc rule. I hated it. I yelled. I felt sick. I yelled some more. And then I gradually started feeling better.
I've now been keeping a food journal since before Christmas, and I haven't lied once. She's been on me to start exercising. So I have. I think I finally caught up on my sleep debt sometime this summer. I haven't felt this good in years. I'm hoping that I can keep everything up with all the craziness that is my life right now.
*steps back and takes a deep breath*
Wow. That just all kinda came pouring out. Sorry for the long-ass comment.
Long story short, it took someone else kicking my ass for me to make the changes I did, so it's amazing to me that you did this all yourself. *wipes at eyes* I'll go now before I get too sappy... <3
I am so glad my story touched you. I think anyone with food issues has more in common than they sometimes think. When you let food control your life trying to change your habits and thought processes is hard work. I am impressed that you sought the help you needed as well.
I took a nutrition class at the local hospital and learned so much. I hate to admit that I know how much better I feel when I eat healthy. Exercise is good. There are day I can't figure out what is wrong, then I realize I skipped the gym or hadn't got outside yet that day. Even when I really, really, really don't want to do it, I am always happier with myself afterwards.
Good luck holding it together. I am always here if you want to chat food. &hearts
You are so beautiful, and such an inspiration. <3
I haven't talked with anyone about this, but I come at this from the opposite side of things. I started seeing a nutritionist at the beginning of this year, being vegetarian and just wanting to make sure that I was doing okay. It turns out that I was far from it. No one has ever called it as it is, but I had what you would probably call an unrealized eating disorder. She opened my eyes to the fact that I was generally taking in about half of the calories that my body needed to stay healthy. I have recently (within the past 3 years) been diagnosed with a thyroid condition (hypo), and was just doing all sorts of terrible things to myself without even realizing it.
I was generally ill most of the time for several years, starting with my first year of teaching. I'd skip meals on a regular basis, citing that I was "too busy" to eat. I wasn't working out. I wasn't sleeping. I felt terrible and was always sick. I'd gotten to the point where I would go days without eating, because I felt "better" when I didn't eat. This was happening at least once or twice a month by the time that I finally went to see Robin.
She has completely turned my life around. I thrashed around the house for the first month or so of seeing her, yelling that I wasn't hungry, and didn't WANT to eat anything. I had to literally force food down. She enforces the small meals every 3-4 hours with snacks, etc rule. I hated it. I yelled. I felt sick. I yelled some more. And then I gradually started feeling better.
I've now been keeping a food journal since before Christmas, and I haven't lied once. She's been on me to start exercising. So I have. I think I finally caught up on my sleep debt sometime this summer. I haven't felt this good in years. I'm hoping that I can keep everything up with all the craziness that is my life right now.
*steps back and takes a deep breath*
Wow. That just all kinda came pouring out. Sorry for the long-ass comment.
Long story short, it took someone else kicking my ass for me to make the changes I did, so it's amazing to me that you did this all yourself. *wipes at eyes* I'll go now before I get too sappy... <3
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I took a nutrition class at the local hospital and learned so much. I hate to admit that I know how much better I feel when I eat healthy. Exercise is good. There are day I can't figure out what is wrong, then I realize I skipped the gym or hadn't got outside yet that day. Even when I really, really, really don't want to do it, I am always happier with myself afterwards.
Good luck holding it together. I am always here if you want to chat food. &hearts
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