... and attached to a very long, very winding background.
Surely, compaired to others my "problem" is almost laughable, but if I learned one thing in years of counseling: I myself define if I have a serious issue or not, not others.
My current situation is this:
I'm 26 years old. German, just recently moved to Paris with my boyfriend for my job. I don't speak french, and just started to learn from courses my employer offers non-french employees.
I find myself at an uncomfortable weight, which seems to still slowly, steadily climb. Ever since I entered puperty I started to have a heavy build, but at 74kg per 171cm I felt fine and okay with myself.
I am now at 92kg as of this morning's scale.
My main "problem" seems to be, that I SEE where it's headed and I cannot seem to put an end to it, no matter what I try.. and I fear it's because I don't actually WANT to put an end to it.
Now I come from a rather ugly background. I could shuffle over and post on the depression forums: I lost my mom to suicide when I was 11; never coped with her death OR faced it till I was about 14-15; took my first counseling between age 17-20; took a break due to move / starting my studies... collapsed a year later and barely escaped a clinic; back into seeing a counselor on a weekly basis till my buildup became so strong I was hospitalized for 4 months the first time at age 22.
At that time was the first time I noticed changes on how I ate.
I was VERY tight on money in that time, which the doc's said possibly was part of my breakdown. I had less then 3€ a week left to buy food... but I managed. It's still enough to buy yourself a package of rice, a package of noodles and if you were really careful with the money, you could throw in a bottle of ketchup every so often.
In short: At times I had one, perhaps two "meals" a day, often just cooked noodles or cooked rice.
I came to hospital... and suddenly not only was I cared for, I was also in a protected enviorment. i could sit down three times a day and help myself to food without calculating if I could afford my rent after this, or could keep enough money for a trip to see my boyfriend in france. (I have no contact with my family anymore whatsoever.)
After this, it was back to scourging for food. I was too proud to ask for help.. and too scared to let anyone notice. When friends suggested meeting up at a pub, I told them I didn't like the smoky air. (Which I actually do not.) When they wanted to meet at the cafeteria, I said I needed to meet someone for a project or extra-work on some class. (Which often was a flat-out lie.)
When I actually had more then jsut a few cents per day for food, i went out and bought myself the "expensive stuff", such as fresh fruit, meats, fish.
But most of the time I knew my money would have to cover much less... so I would buy tinned lentil stew and noodles. A pot of noodles to strech the stew and add a little teast came at 19cent. And a tin of stew for 79cent. This would feed me for two days. Week after week.
Today, I am in a totally different situation.
I used to scrape by with 140€ a month after taking out rent and such.
Today I earn between 14oo and 18oo€ a month, depending on my working hours. Even after taxes, rent, clothing etc, food has become not a matter I need to think about. I buy what I please when I go shopping and walk though the shopping malls thinking "What would you like to cook this week?"
But, and here lies the problem I think: I still eat as unrestrained when i get my hands on food, as if I still expect that tomorrow I'll be feeding myself on noodles and lentil stew again for weeks.
To illustrate: I curently work from 4pm to midnight. I got up the other day around 11am. Around 13oo / 1pm I started to feel hungry and thought I'd like to make myself an Omlette for Brunch.
Not I am not a very big person. The reasonable omlette for me would have been one egg, a slice of bacon and some cheese.
What I started to feed myself consited of three eggs, 6 slices of bacon and 3 hands' full of shredded cheese plus two and a half rolls.
I felt sick after stuffing myself half way through this... and even worse once I finished 2.5 rolls of bread and half that monster of an omlette.
I defenatly did not NEED to eat that much. But the monent I stood in the kitchen it was as if I thought "You're hungry. Better make sure it'll last a while".
One of the subjects I studied was home economics for crying out loud. :cry:
I KNOW how to do it better, even SEEING the ammunt of food I pile up I know it's bad for me, but I can`'t make mself stop.
Even worse: I keep bringing home snacks. We have, like most households, a corner in the kitchen where we store what we lazily call the "Yummies": Cookies, Chips, Chocolates.
... and so, after stuffing myself, I often help myself to THAt on top of it.
That I gain weight is no wonder to me.
That I cannot stop is more so.
Is there any way to get through to myself, that I will NOT starve? I know I won't, I'm no longer in the helpless situation I was in. But something inside me seems terrified of having food around and I won't eat it it seems.
And, heh, unlike with regular drugs, not keeoing stuff in the house seems such a poor option when we're talking about every-day stuff like food...
Appologies for any typos or spelling mistakes... it's 2am here :]