Food & I: Getting Over Bulimia

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I don’t really know where to begin on this topic (this blog post was originally titled ‘My Relationship with Food’), as like all humans in the world food & I go way back. I’ll give a quick background for those of you who haven’t been reading my blog for a long time, as what I’m about to go into has and will continue to have an effect on my relationship with food.

Between the age of 15 and 20 I was bulimic, sometimes dipping into anorexia. This isn’t something I’m ashamed of and I don’t have an issue discussing it, as I feel that I’ve come so far since that time in my life and if anything I think others struggling with the same issues need to know that it can and it will get better. The thing is, YOU have to want it to get better.

When I was ill I hid it from everyone for four years and then I think it just got too much for me. I started slipping up and people including my best friend and my Dad noticed. Because I wasn’t necessarily under weight (I’d always been slim and into sport), I was quick to brush it off as a phase and tell everyone I was ok and dealing with it. As I’m typing this, I realise I’ve gone off on a tangent, as I’m supposed to be talking about my relationship with food now, but hey, this is all part of the same thing!

Anyway, during those first four years I got very depressed after snapping my ACL and being told I wouldn’t be able to dance again let alone go to my auditions for dance school, being bullied at school and a mean boyfriend who it turned out even though I thought I was his girlfriend, I was actually the bit on the side… I mean jeeeezzzz! So it’s all these little things added together that made me feel increasingly crappy about myself. I had no self worth, I shopped for new clothes like I had millions to spend, all in the hope that one day soon I’d find the perfect outfit that made me feel good again. As you can imagine, that didn’t happen.

So after a loooooonnnng time of feeling awful, treating my body in an awful way, and a pretty big breakdown one night at home, it all finally came out to my family. That cry for help was the best thing I ever did. The recovery didn’t come quickly, there were many visits to doctors and therapists, who I just didn’t gel with, then a trip to The Priory, which I couldn’t help but feel was always a bit over the top – I suppose in my head, I was never as ill as I thought. Just because I wasn’t extremely underweight, didn’t mean I was any less in need of help… my mind was a pickle, a pickle in need of unpicking.

I’d go into the supermarket or a cafe and literally stand there in a daze for about 15 minutes, sweating, thinking about what I should eat and then walk out with nothing. Other times my mind wouldn’t even think, I just pick up a sandwich and some crisps, wolf it down and then have a cry on the train home when all I wanted was for the food to be out of my body.

Throughout all of this it was my Dad’s words that really stuck with me and helped me to recovery I think. My parents are the most amazing humans on this planet, so when my Dad said “I think you just need to get over it”, that wasn’t him being mean, that was just his black & white way of seeing it and in many ways he was right. No amount of therapist chats were going to help me, if I didn’t want to help me. I genuinely woke up one day after what I thought was a failed stint in The Priory and realised that I was so bored of being sad, bored of feeling sorry for myself, bored of always being tired and feeling rubbish, so I made a promise to myself to make some changes.

It wasn’t a quick and easy process by any means – there have been many small relapses over the years, but now so few. I’m talking maybe two in the last three years. There have even been times at the grand old age of 28 when I have called Rob and said I feel so full after dinner and the thought of purging had come to mind. Because I know I don’t want to do it I just call him, am very honest with my feelings and then we just chat about the weather or something until I’m feeling calmer. The weather is a great thing… as is having an amazing supportive partner.

So after typing all of this I realise that to go on about my relationship with food now would be making this a ridiculously long post, so I’ll save that for next week and this can just be my bulimia blog post. I could ramble on forever about this stage of my life, but I won’t. If you have any questions then please do comment below or pop me an email or tweet.

I hope in some very small way, anyone reading this who has struggled or is struggling with similar issues knows that you’re not alone and things WILL get better. Sometimes all we need is a good friend, boyfriend or family member who will support us, and a new focus.

Love, Cat xx

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  1. February 11, 2017 / 7:38 pm

    Hi Cat

    My first step was to tell my family too. As for the rest, I did it my way, as they say. Would you like to contribute to my blog?

    http://www.selfexpandation.com

  2. Darcy
    November 2, 2016 / 7:44 pm

    Awesome! I have also struggled with an eating disorder. I have been ‘recovered’ for about 3-4 years now. I have only had a couple slips, which have been few and far between. I have learned a lot about myself through my recovery. One of the most important things I learned is to have a healthy lifestyle… and NOT diet.

    You say that your muscles and body get bored doing the same routine. I find that I get bored, but my mind needs the same (intense) routine or else I feel that I am not doing enough. Same thing goes the other way: if I work out more than usual one day, but mind thinks that I need to continue to do that or else I’m not doing enough. Do you ever feel this way? If so, how do you overcome it?

    • cmeffan
      November 3, 2016 / 5:10 pm

      Hey Darcy,
      Thanks so much for your comment. It’s so amazing to hear that you’ve recovered – I had a few slips ups and still get the odd down day every now and again, but like you said, it’s few and far between.
      For me I like having a routine in that I know on certain days i’ll be either doing a workout, running or yoga, but what exactly the workout entails won’t be the same all the time. The same goes for yoga. And sometimes I’ll throw in something totally new, like a dance class, climbing or hiking.
      I hope that answers your question :) xx

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