Scale Relapses

I have weighed myself twice. Last Thursday I binged and then Friday I weighed myself. Did well with my eating since Friday but for some reason felt compelled to weigh myself on the pesky scale at the gym at my work where I take yoga classes. The only progress I can gleam from this was all the times I didn't weigh myself in these few days when I wanted to. And the fact that with today's incident I did not end up with a balanced number - I got off before I could figure out what the actual number was.

Recapping Past Numerology

Laying in bed next to my poor, feverish 2 year old this morning, I realized that I last weighed myself on February 13. It was 155.8 for whatever that is worth. Wow, I daresay this is the longest I have gone without weighing myself since last July. Progress! I've been dancing around with various blogging adventures and pseudonyms in good anonymous 12 step form, but for new followers and lurkers alike ... I started at 173 on March 2, 2011 when I realized in my step work that I was in a point in my recovery to address my lifelong issues with food. Last August I got as low as 147 but it was already seeming very hard to maintain that number without a lot of deprivation. The body felt REALLY damn good, but the brain did not. September I maintained at the same. Then nearing the end of October, low and behold deprivation was leading to me battling the binge cycles which is where I hung out ever since. I think my happy weight is around 150 so I am not too far off from that but really the number is a number and I know the feeling that I have when I am serene with food ... I feel close to it today. So, for TODAY, seeing a higher-than-I-like number would definitely set me back.

I feel like I need a 9 day chip for abstinence from weighing myself. Seriously.

Scale and Number Withdrawls

I woke up at 1am with a raging headache. Before I came up with a game plan to address said headache, I found my first waking thoughts to be that I should weigh myself. I did not weigh myself. Instead I took some ibuprofen and heated up a lavender rice sock to put over my head. I was back asleep by 1:30am.

This morning I also thought that I should weigh myself. I did not.

I think I still managed to eat too much yesterday. I found myself counting various aspects of nutritional information and that automated mental counting that I have done for years in my head only made me feel bad. More evidence of insanity by numbers. My clothes feel too tight. As much as I want a number to validate this, I know it'll only make me feel worse. If I feel worse about my state of being then I may binge even more. I know I am likely up a few pounds - what is seeing the number going to do for me? If by some chance the number actually were to look okay or even lower than what I think then I would also be likely to binge as some form of reward for being "low". Either way I look at it - seeing a number that I deem too high or too low could both all too easily take me down the binge path.

I need to find serenity with food without numbers to validate my progress. Even as I type that I wonder, "but how will I be able to state how awesome I am doing?". Well I guess I can state now that I don't feel like I am doing well and so having a number to declare "see, its too high!" doesn't really matter as I just know its not good. And even if the number is okay, I don't feel serene and I feel guilt around my eating. When I do feel serene and confident about my relationship with food, then I trust my body shape will follow suit.

For today I am focusing on not weighing myself. I feel overall shame about myself and I am trying to just let that be, allow myself to feel it and not morph into a binge. I know it can pass and it will pass after I ride a more serene wagon of food recovery. I will take a yoga class at 11am coming up here, I am looking forward to having an hour in which I can feel at peace with my body and its current state.

Shame of the Muffin Top

I haven't weighed myself for a good number of days now. I can't be sure how many to be honest with you. Maybe a week? Its like I am in the fog of a scale detox.

I am not supposed to be weighing myself at all. As of last summer my work with a therapist had led to that decision. I was starting to become too similar to the old anorexic me and my weight loss rate was decreasing so I was becoming less thrilled with my weigh-ins and that was triggering more obsessions. So I asked my husband to hide the scale. And guess what? I found the damn thing a few weeks later. I will creep to its hiding spot. Retrieve it. Weigh myself. And put it back. I have weighed myself less since last summer however it is still destructive, too much and that number has way (pun intended) too much meaning attached to it in my diseased food addict brain. To top it off there are, oddly enough, numerous scales in bathrooms at work. Not sure why, I really wish they weren't there. Each one is going to state a different number to top it off based on wonky haphazard calibration.

I would be okay with weighing myself once a month for accountability's sake as a means of a check-in. The problem is that I can't seem to stick to that. And the thought that I just wouldn't ever weigh myself again feels - so scary. So, so, so scary. Its like losing a friend that you feel like you can't be friends with anymore. You know its the right thing but you can come up with many good reasons to stay friends.

So I am coming out of some weeks of ugly eating that I am not proud of. I am feeling shame about how I did so great last year losing this weight, but yet I have seemingly gained a few of those pounds back. I can't be sure but seeing and feeling a renewed muffin top in my jeans that a few months ago were actually loose can't be a good sign. This shame is starting to consume me and I am feeling more depression the last few weeks than I have for a long time. I am weighed down (puns are usually intended here) by the guilt of what I am carrying around. I have been keeping up appearances with my loved ones that I am maintaining my weight loss and yes all is well over here in food land. Then I know and realize that I am lying as I am struggling with food and so then more guilt piles on.

As I wrap up this afternoon and head into the evening, I have fear. Between now and when I go to bed is always my worst time of day. I feel a piece of shame lifted knowing that somewhere I have admitted that even me has fallen off the wagon. I eat healthy enough. I have a decent yoga practice that I'm cultivating. My family and I are working on our relationships. But yet - I have binged too many times recently for me to feel very good about myself. I am not sure which wagon I want to climb back on. It seems like most of what I've tried aren't long-term solutions or even if they were meant to be - they haven't turned out to be as such for me. Then I get instantly the uniqueness complex as is common for addicts of all types: "I am so unique that nothing will work for me". And I know that's rubbish and simply not true. I think we all have to investigate numerous options and protocols as it were and compile the right blend of what is going to work for us. And revise as time goes on. I think I had something that worked for me last year. I now have enough evidence that its no longer working and so its time to create a new recipe ... again, pun intended.