I’m trying to push through the barrier still holding me in this relapse. But I can’t seem to figure it out.
I’m really trying here:
- I’m talking more in therapy than I ever did. I’m telling the majority of my secrets (probably 1 big one left, but that’s a story for another time). I’m being honest about my behaviors. I’m making connections that I never have before.
- I’m back on a meal plan. I’ve got specific times and food that I have to eat. It’s not pleasant at all, but I don’t feel like I can trust myself to go back to eating intuitively right now.
- I’m putting speed bumps in for then I have urges to act on behaviors. I have a list of things to do and I go through them one by one until either the urges pass or I have to start it over again.
- I’m actually taking care of my medical issues. Working on the digestive issues. Got my eyes and teeth checked. Regular doctor appointment scheduled for next week. And lady doctor scheduled for mid-June.
- I’m not hiding things from my husband. I’m being super honest with him. He knows what I’m going through and is there to help or just hold my hand.
However, because everything is so multifaceted, there’s also this to consider:
- I am HUGELY apprehensive about talking about my “big secret.” I’m really scared that it will be too much for me to handle and I won’t be able to function.
- I’m skimping and rearranging my meal plan. I know it’s really not okay, but it’s the only way I can make it through the day without wanting to punish myself.
- Sometimes, I can tell beforehand if the speed bumps won’t work. Even if they have in the past.
- I really don’t mind the digestive issues. Actually, I do–when I’m in the midst of them. I kinda miss them now.
- He also doesn’t know when/how to challenge when the eating disorder side is more in control than the healthy side.
I understand my fear of #1, but I also know at some point, I’m just going to have to jump. And #5 can’t really happen unless I tell him. But #2-#4, I don’t really get. I know it’s all still very disordered behavior, but I had previously been able to get past it. The last time I went into treatment I didn’t mess around with my meal plan. I don’t think I’ve been this pessimistic about alternative coping skills. (Not that I’ve ever been gung ho about them, but just not so negative.) And when have I ever wanted to feel like crap for days on end?
It’s just very frustrating to want to hurry up and get back in recovery, but not be able to because I’m standing in my own way.