To all the lovely ladies who left me comments on my last post :O) It’s lovely to feel so supported.
Happily I am not at all affected by other peoples’ weight worries. It hadn’t even crossed my mind this year that I should be slim at Christmas. Quite frankly, I couldn’t care less what my family think of my weight and if they think rude comments then it says more about them than me. I hadn’t noticed how good it is to be free of those dieting deadlines.
I seem to have lost my hunger signal again. It’s not too bad and I think it is related to the depression, which has taken a horrible turn. Think I need to try some different antidepressants as these seem to be making things worse rather than better.
I’ve had a couple of struggles over the last few days - a bit of a push me pull me, again originating from an “I shouldn’t eat this” as usual. I start second guessing myself as to whether I should eat something or not, and with the lack of hunger signal it’s hard to feel like I’m making the right decision. It hasn’t resulted in a binge though so I must be doing ok.

And in other news - it’s nearly Christmas!! Yay!! I saw the Coca-Cola advert, and we’re going to get a Christmas tree on Sunday, a real one! I can’t wait. I sorted out all the decorations the day before yesterday, though I seem to have lost a load. Not that I need an excuse to buy more. I bought some gorgeous Gisela Graham ones from John Lewis last year, they are beautiful. I also managed to win an auction on eBay for a beautiful fabric advent calendar. It’s the same one that my step-grandmother made for me as a child from a kit that can’t be bought anymore. It only cost me £6.50 as well. Bargain!

I’ve begun planning the Christmas Day evening buffet as we have all the family over. It’s so nice to be allowed to eat whatever I want without guilt and without regret the next morning. I’ve got some fantastic ideas and I can’t wait to get started shopping and preparing it.

That’s about all. I’m sooo tired and I have so much studying to do before my assignment on Tuesday so I better get cracking.

Gah. So, losing weight that is obvious in clothes sizes seem to result in the same effect that losing weight on the scales seems to have. I want to eat more. Al recommended I do the fat conversation thing again which I think will be a good idea. I also came up with another possible explanation as I was walking yesterday but I’ve forgotten what it was now. Useful, aren’t I!

I’ve been writing my Christmas list this week. I found a gorgeous pair of knee high boots in Clarks.

I went to try them on this evening and they won’t zip up over my fat calves. Strangely, I am not having a go at myself the way I used to. I am, however, really upset. And angry. Though I’m not sure who I’m angry at or why. I’m definitely fed up about that. I’ve wanted them for weeks and now there is no point getting them.
I’m still feeling positive that this is working for me. I am in size 18 jeans again, albeit with hold-it-all-in pants. I think there is definitely a feeling of impatience. When I gave up the scales, I started to give up the intense desire to lose weight. Weightloss has always been non-negotiable; it had to happen, but the intensity was diminishing. This week, when I realised I was really losing weight, it brought that desire back. I tasted success, it tasted good and I wanted more. I’d lost the patience, and the bad food habits/incessant gremlin niggling came back scarily fast.

I’m in for the long haul. This makes me feel so free and so happy, even the crap days are never as crap as they used to be. Only five months til fairy training starts! :O)

I’m doing ok with my eating still. It feels odd though, like I’m waiting for something to go wrong. I know this is something I’ll have to work on continuously albeit at a less involved level. Before I couldn’t even contemplate the idea of missing a meal. Whether I was hungover, sick, tired, had nothing in the house that I fancied, I’d eat anyway. Plus snacks. I was always hungry. These days, I’m hardly ever hungry. My emotional needs aren’t getting met as much as I’d like, but the desire to eat has gone now that I’ve dealt with that “emotional discomfort never gets solved with food” thing.
In a way, it’s a little scary as I can’t hide from my emotions like I did before. Eating something doesn’t even distract me anymore in the way it did. That’s good though. That’s where I want to be. That is exactly the reason that intuive eating has been such a journey for me. While on the surface it seems to be about having the willpower to follow the principles, it isn’t. It’s about separating yourself from the crutch that eating has become.
We’re brought up in a society that inadvertantly creates disordered eating patterns. Learning how to eat now seems to me to be as important as learning how to walk or talk, and just as difficult. And I’ve learnt that making mistakes is not a negative thing. I now see them as discovering boundaries. If I make a mistake with IE, I’ve just discovered something new about myself or my eating habits. Putting it like that makes me realise that it’s impossible to do IE without making mistakes. I think it was Thomas Edison that said “I haven’t failed, I’ve just found many ways that don’t work”.
Ah ha, here we go, the exact quote -

“I have not failed 700 times. I have not failed once. I have succeeded in
proving that those 700 ways will not work. When I have eliminated the ways that
will not work, I will find the way that will work.” –Edison.

That is definitely a quote that reflects my journey with intuitive eating. When I discovered Beyond Chocolate, I never believed that my life would change so much. I thought I was just going to eat better and lose weight. I never thought I’d have to change so much, to acknowledge myself and my feelings all the time. And now it seems absurd that I had been ignoring myself my whole life. I need looking after and I deserve to be looked after, not by other people but by myself.
That part is massive. And so, so difficult. I still find it extremely hard to ask for help. I’ve often been praised for being independent, so I think I interpreted that as it being a good thing to be able to cope alone, and so by asking for help I’d be giving up the image of being independent or self sufficient. That’s what I need to work on now.
In other news, my depression has taken another turn for the worse. I was taking too many tablets for a few weeks - 150mg imipramine as my prescription, but I was still taking 100mg dosulepin. Now I’ve run out of dosulepin and I’m falling to pieces. I went to see my doctor again yesterday and she’s increased my dose of imipramine to 200mg. I wanted to tell her that I’d been taking too many tablets but I couldn’t. I think I might need someone to come with me next time if the increased dose of imipramine doesn’t help so that I can put the 150mg imip + 100mg dosulepin idea to her. I suspect the answer will be no (which is why I’m scared to ask!), but it really worked before and I felt like myself again. We’ll see anyway.