First of all, I apologize for the length of this post. I must admit I am lost. I think I might have an eating disorder, but I am really not sure at this point. This past summer, I lost a lot of weight and was quite happy because I finally seemed to be getting rid of my excess adipose; however, when I went to my doctor for my annual physical she was very concerned about the amount of weight I had lost and told me I needed to gain ten pounds. I gained ten pounds and am now don’t know what to think . . .
I am 5’5” tall and I feel that I must eventually weigh 90lbs. I know that, for my height, that is a low weight, but I completely hate the weight I am at right now. I have very irregular periods (and even skip a month or two sometimes) but I think that because I am still getting them (and because of how fat I currently am) I cannot be quantifiably anorexic . . .
I know that I have irregular eating habits- I am a college student and I skip breakfast and lunch every day. I live at home so I have to eat dinner each night, but I know that if I were in a dorm I would not eat at all. I try to “eliminate” whatever food I do eat- and, in the past, I have thrown up to the point of seeing blood. I know I have a problem, I just don’t really know what it is.
To tell the truth, I experience something of a dichotomy in regards to my perception. When I look in the mirror, I usually perceive myself as fat; however, this last time, when I was at the doctor, I happened to see my reflection and I thought, literally, “My God, you are thin!” By the time I got home, this solitary reflection had been overridden by my frenetic desire to lose ten more pounds- but, still, I think that if I really had an eating disorder I would not experience such epiphanies. Now that I am fatter, I occasionally find myself looking in the mirror and thinking “you look healthy,” but, imho, “healthy” is synonymous with “fat” and I honestly hate the idea of being fat.
I miss my previous figure and am determined to get it back, then surpass my previously low weight. I do not care what my doctor says, and I do not care about what it will do to me. Is this anorexia? I don’t know. I think, that on the one hand, my weight has become the predominate force in my life- my grades in school have slipped and I cannot focus on things as well anymore because I am always, constantly, thinking about how fat I am and how much weight I have to lose.
Sometimes, I feel that I am sacrificing everything in my life to a quest for thinness, but I think (irrationally, yes) that if it will make me thin, it will be a fair trade off. I feel so lost right now and I really do not know what to do. I am obsessed with my weight. I do not want anyone to know how I feel because then they would stop me and I do not want to be stopped- actually, I cannot fathom being stopped. I am too fat to be stopped, and, if someone tried to stop me right now, I would be inconsolable. Still, I worry about what I am doing to myself- I am so much calmer when I do not eat, but it is a calmness adulterated by anguish in the late hours of the night. I really don’t know what I am doing anymore, or what to do anymore. To put it simply, I hate my body and I will always hate my body until I reach the (seemingly unattainable) ideal of thinness. Does this sound like an eating disorder to you?