drei003
New Member
- Apr 6, 2024
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I thought I would never come to the point where I can't control my own body anymore.
I've been struggling with bulimia for the last 2 years but I didn't acknowledge it until now that I can barely taste anything without feeling nausious. I thought I could stop whenever I felt like I had "achieved" losing the extra weight that has always made me feel self-counsious, but now I simply can't eat anything without the need to puke it all out.
In only a month I lost 10 pounds, I've never lost that much weight in such a short amount of time, I'm finally on my "healthy" weight, and I see the numbers on the scale that should make me feel like it's time to stop, but I can't. If I try to eat, I puke, and if I don't eat, then I starve. Gosh, even the smell of food grosses me out to the point of avoiding anything related to it.
I never considered starvation as a method to CTB, I feel like it takes too long and my social anxiety could never take the looks of other people once they see me as a walking skeleton.
I am currently debating myself whether to go throught a recovery process (since I started this journey dreaming on having a fit and strong body), or, if I should just let myself die.
2 days ago I fainted in the middle of the street because I walked too much with only 3 cookies in my stomach, and even though ending up like this wasn't my goal, I really wish the next time I faint, I never wake up again.
(Sorry if my english is a bit messy, it isn't my native language xb⁶)
I've been struggling with bulimia for the last 2 years but I didn't acknowledge it until now that I can barely taste anything without feeling nausious. I thought I could stop whenever I felt like I had "achieved" losing the extra weight that has always made me feel self-counsious, but now I simply can't eat anything without the need to puke it all out.
In only a month I lost 10 pounds, I've never lost that much weight in such a short amount of time, I'm finally on my "healthy" weight, and I see the numbers on the scale that should make me feel like it's time to stop, but I can't. If I try to eat, I puke, and if I don't eat, then I starve. Gosh, even the smell of food grosses me out to the point of avoiding anything related to it.
I never considered starvation as a method to CTB, I feel like it takes too long and my social anxiety could never take the looks of other people once they see me as a walking skeleton.
I am currently debating myself whether to go throught a recovery process (since I started this journey dreaming on having a fit and strong body), or, if I should just let myself die.
2 days ago I fainted in the middle of the street because I walked too much with only 3 cookies in my stomach, and even though ending up like this wasn't my goal, I really wish the next time I faint, I never wake up again.
(Sorry if my english is a bit messy, it isn't my native language xb⁶)