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There’s no going back. Only staying where I am or moving forward. And right now I seem to be doing everything possible to stop myself from moving forward. Films cannot make me do it. Books cannot make me do it. People and hope and social promises cant stop me. My mother can motivate me. Neither clothes, fashion or music. Only I can now. Once again, I stand alone. Naked. Stripped of everything. I have the choice. And only I can make the right decision and act on it. A year ago I wrote in an essay :
Hamlets strange behaviour is partly by choice but as a consequence of his lack of choice in his current feelings and mental being….
… concerns Hamlet’s delay of action. He feel ashamed that he has not avenged his father’s death with the speed and expression exhibited by the actors in the play. He embarks on a speech of self-hatred, labelling himself weak and dull spirited when he calls himself a ‘dull and muddy-mettled rascal’, ‘pigeon livered’ and lacking in gall. His inner turmoil and constant reflection on the matter leave him in a state of confusion at what to do next, even doubting whether the ghost was genuine in his claims when he contemplates ‘The spirit that I have seen may be the devil, and the devil hath power t’assume a pleasing shape’…
The vast overpowerment of the pressures he is faced with, his inner feelings and decisions he is forced to make provoke him to make contrasting choices and constantly change his mind. As a consequence, many of Hamlet’s choices are due to his lack of choice in his present mental state.
Was I perhaps talking about myself? At the time of reading, I identified and understood hamlet strongly, both with his depressions, his self-loathing and his inability to be the person he so longed to be. Now I identify with my writing as I feel yes it is partly by lack of choice I am in this situation due to my mental being. But it is partly by choice I am still here. I choose to go to the supermarket, I choose to stay in the comfort and give in and trick my mother and ask for more. I choose not to fight it therefore I can offer no sympathy towards myself as a character due to my laziness, weakness and self-inflicted pain. And I feel shame for not acting with the strength and rebirth and action that I respect and admire in the characters of films and books that I see, I see and think wow. This is enough to stop me from binging. This is what is important. I don’t need food. This is it. This has reminded me of everything I want, everything I love and everything I want from life. And when I fail I slip into that self-loathing cespitt, ‘labelling himself weak and dull spirited.his innerturmoil and constant reflection on the matter leave him in a state of confusion of what to do next, even doubting whether the ghost (of my past, of who I once was) was genuine in his claims when he contemplates ‘The spirit that I have seen may be the devil, and the devil hath power t’assume a pleasing shape’… Is the devil a life and person I simply dreamt up? Or is it the food I so easily believe I want, and succumb to the temptation, decieved by its ‘pleasing shape’ and handing over another piece of my soul willingly.
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After 4 days of what I thought to be real an true change of my way of thinking, I fell off the wagon on saturday night. I was drunk, at a party and had a severe case of the muhnchies which, though eased after jst a slice of pizza, I of course couldnt stop and asnt helped by my clouded perception under the unfluence. I then, the next day continued the binge on lots of m friends birthday cake and icing, the net day ditto and today im hust stuck in a rut. I really though id hit a break through after visitng my councillor last week and i was looking forward to sharing with you what she told me when I’d made it through a week. I even managed to bake 2 chocolate cakes, surrounded by butter cream and icing (my favorite food in the world) and didnt even have to have much, I could just lick the spoon and that was enough.
Once I’ve proven my councillors theory to work, i will share it with you, but right now im in a horrible binge fest again, and its already prevented me from 3 days of revision… 1 AND A HALF WEEKS BEFORE GCSES.
Please, Please let me gain back the control again.
You know its bad when you wish you could replace the food addiction with alcohol…







Whenever I’m tempted to binge, I concentrate on all the things that I have to look forward to this year, that I want so much more than food and that I won’t be able to do if I don’t get better.
Seeing Lady Gaga’s Born this way Ball tour, Wakestock Festival, Leeds Fest, Summer, Starting College, Moving to Brighton…
Try making a mood board of everything you have to look forward to and stic them around the house, in the kitchen, on the fridge and on cupboards. Everytime you get an urge, look at the pictures and remind yourself who you really are, what you really want and what really is important to you and how food isn’t what you crave, but to live lfe and be happy. Use the exciting, fun, beautiful moments, hopes and memories in your life as rewards as opposed to food.
3 and a half hours after my last binge, during which I have launched a recovery website and posted over 10 times and feel comfortable, I went down and did it again.
Im unstoppable, But Im not going to give up.
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- Smiling 7 times a day can make you happier.
2. It makes you look even more beautiful. <3
3. A smile can release endorphin’s in your brain, a natural pleasure hormone.
4. Smile because you can.
5. I’ve got so much to look forward to ahead of me.
If I ony had nevilles strength and bravery…
“It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.”
-Albus Dumbledore
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I never owned a pair of scales so I never knew my weight during my illness until I decided to start recovery. The only indication To my weight loss I had was my appearance and the sudden need for a belt. I know a lot of anorexic girls and women and men will weigh themselves excessively and I can’t fully relate, just get rid of them and realise its just a figure. Just like age. Just like your bra size.
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Wow this blog is getting corny. But thankfully I have an eating disorder which gives me perspective :P
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