I binged yesterday. Except I didn’t. That is, I binged, but it was a regular binge, not a bulimia binge. The difference is in quality and quantity, both important factors. Quantity especially. When it comes to numbers, a bulimic binge can be a different kind of animal. [i] I remember listening to my friends as they talked about their pig-out sessions. A whole bag of … Continue reading I binged yesterday.
Eating disorders are about “shoulds,” but the rules turn into bars that trap you. I’m escaping: I’ve been easing my way back to the real world, but because some of me is still captive, some of the behaviours remain and try to exercise influence. They offer opinions on how I’m “supposed” to live my life. There’s a “correct” way to do things (I know this … Continue reading Carbs and Cages.
I have thoughts. Questions, really. Let me say at the outset; I like Demi Lovato. I appreciate her honesty regarding her struggles, especially around her bulimia. That one is kept pretty quiet in the popular press: I’ve long thought it’s because vomit isn’t sexy the way emaciation is. I keep up with the Demi Lovato stories because I feel a connection. We’re of a type. … Continue reading Some thoughts about Demi Lovato.
I’m not big on anniversaries. My own, at any rate: I remember important ones that other people best not forget. Anxiety-extension: the fallout from other people’s screwups and potential screwups. I don’t like feeling other people’s pain when there’s an easy solution: keep them in my thoughts and on my calendar. I wish I weren’t responsible for the world. I quit smoking last summer. Six … Continue reading There’s strangeness afoot.
From Famine to Feast 