tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14713900871142567372024-02-19T03:17:10.694-05:00my unhoardED lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-18672939182871225482016-06-18T21:08:00.002-04:002016-06-18T21:08:21.846-04:00A final post, and thanksAll good things come to an end, and I've realized it's time to close the doors on my blog.<br />
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I want to thank everyone, particularly Fairy at <a href="https://organisedcastle.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Organised Castle</a>, Megyn S., <a href="http://ecocatlady.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">EcoCatLady</a>, Cindy at <a href="http://www.growingherworth.com/" target="_blank">Growing Her Worth</a> and Nicola B. for your support and readership over the years.<br />
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The motivation to write disappeared with the magic bipolar drug cocktail. My ability to write fiction as well has disappeared, but I'll take that in exchange for losing the horrible emotional swings. My readers also deserved responses to their comments, and yet I couldn't get the motivation to do that either, so I made the decision to stop writing.<br />
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But it's also something for me to celebrate. The blog was my therapy. It was about getting the house organized and decluttered (done!) and about reducing my impulse-shopping habit (much improved).<br />
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My eating disorder is largely under control. Binges only happen about once a month. I'll never be fixed, but I can live with one binge a month. That doesn't destroy my life. Neither does restriction. I can't remember the last time I counted calories. A few weeks back I was at the supermarket behind a woman who had piles of exactly four food items in her cart: rice cakes, lettuce boxes, tuna cans, and plain greek yogurt containers. Not only wasn't I triggered, but by the time I'd paid for my own groceries I'd forgotten about it completely.<br />
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That's recovery.<br />
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I've let family back into my life. A lot of cognitive behavioral therapy has helped me to forgive both of my parents, understand that they are never going to get help, and realize that I can still have them in my life for very short, controlled periods of time.<br />
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I still have a lot of hard work with the bipolar. My emotions still swing. I still have a lot to improve on and I'll always have to keep working on myself and working on not over-reacting. But for now I want to work on having fun, on learning to ice skate, on having the ED-free life that I was denied in my twenties.<br />
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Thanks to everyone for your support.<br />
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Back in the summer of 2014 (a long time ago, now!), I voluntarily committed myself to a psychiatric hospital for five days for treatment of my Bipolar Type II disorder. After years of treatment for my eating disorder, I no longer had it as a coping mechanism for the highs and lows of the bipolar. I was also on a bad cocktail of drugs that had made my mood swings worse. I was suicidal, yet I didn't want to die. I just wanted the emotional pain to end. </div>
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I went to the emergency room. They took me to a room with a gurney, furniture that was made entirely of foam, and nothing else. I stayed there until two in the morning, when I was taken by ambulance to a psychiatric hospital. I was checked in, my belongings taken from me, and I was given a blue, one-time-use jumpsuit. I felt like a prisoner. I was already horribly depressed. The nurse handed me a pillowcase filled with a few items: shampoo, soap, a pencil, a few sheets of paper, a comb, hand lotion, tissues. </div>
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Kit in hand, I got led down the hallway, pretending that I was Piper from Orange is the New Black getting led off to prison. An amusing fantasy, it kept me from crying because it felt like prison, though it didn't look like one. </div>
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Funny thing is, psych hospitals don't look like hospitals. They look more like dorms that have hallways like hospital hallways. I got a room like this, with a roommate, a 16 year-old-girl who was on her second bout of drug detox treatment. When we woke up the next day and I got to meet her, I found that she was pretty nice and I liked her. </div>
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I enjoy the Hunger Games, but no, I wasn't Peeta. </div>
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While in many ways modern psychiatry hasn't changed much since the days of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yellow_Wallpaper" target="_blank">Yellow Wallpaper</a>, I was not restrained. I never was. No one on my ward was. I never saw any of the other wards though. Yes, there was a padded cell. Room. Room, cell, call it what it was. One patient got aggressive, but not violent, and had to be sedated, and was placed in the room for a few hours to calm down. I actually slept in there one night when the a/c unit in my room had a mold problem and it was the only open room. No big deal. </div>
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What was a big deal was the night checks. Each hour, through the entire night, someone would shine a light in the room and check that we were both there and still breathing and alive. A necessity, when everyone's there because they've either tried to kill themselves or wanted to. It unfortunately made sleep hard. The Chief Engineer brought me an eye mask two days in. </div>
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I spent about four hours each day in group therapy. This was discussion about struggles in our daily lives, about how to handle our emotions. I saw a psychiatrist or social worker each day for individual therapy. My psychiatrist was charged with getting my medication adjusted so that I wasn't suicidal anymore, the social worker with evaluating whether or not it was working well enough to send me back out into the real world. </div>
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The rest of the time, I made friends. We played games. We improvised yoga, or ballet. We braided each others' hair. We did art projects. We watched TV. I read Fifty Shades Darker and the nursing staff amusingly referred to me as "Ms. Fifty Shades." We all thought it was funny, but it was really my escape, my fantasy, my solace. Until the new medication kicked in I was terrified of myself and this brand new place. I was in a place where I knew no one. I needed somewhere to hide, and that was inside the book I'd brought. </div>
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We got lunch in a cafeteria after the first two days. At the beginning I wasn't allowed off the ward so food was brought to me. Eating in the cafeteria was a privilege I had to earn from good behavior (eg. taking my medication, not fighting with the staff, not trying to escape, and not making any suicide attempts.) I'm naturally compliant when threatened so this was all easy.</div>
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After day 1, my blue jumpsuit was traded in for yoga pants and a t-shirt. But because all belongings had to be reviewed by the staff and removed of any potential self-harming devices (sharp objects, strings, etc) my favorite pair of yoga pants had their drawstring cut out of them. I couldn't put makeup on because the 'mirror' in the bathroom wasn't made of glass, it was polished metal. I didn't get enough sunlight because the blinds were embedded in between the panes of glass in the windows and you couldn't open them all the way. When I was released after five days, the Chief Engineer said I stood outside for ten minutes just soaking up the sun. I made us go out to dinner at an outdoor cafe because I refused to go back inside. In five days, I'd only been allowed outside for 1/2 hour. </div>
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I played piano for the first time in years. This was important later, because when the Chief Engineer left last Spring piano became my solace. I lost him, but the piano let me start to find myself. And finding myself became everything.<br />
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I made a friend who I still talk to and visit. She's helped me make some very important decisions in my life that again, have helped me figure out who I am and what I want out of life.<br />
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The suicidality was put back in the bag. Unfortunately I traded one bad cocktail of meds for another in the hospital, but ultimately we picked the right one in October of 2015 and it's worked well for me since then.<br />
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I wish I hadn't needed a stay on a locked psychiatric ward. But unfortunately I've never met a person who was diagnosed with bipolar, type I or II, who hasn't done it. It is the safest place to be while the meds are getting straightened out. It's pretty hard to hurt yourself there.<br />
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And every time I see the sunshine now, I appreciate it that much more.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">An important note about the hospital photos: I found these online over a year ago but have since been unable to locate their source; it appears to have been taken down. I'll gladly provide attribution as soon as I can find where they came from! </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-42571568150399866292016-01-03T11:58:00.001-05:002016-01-03T11:58:57.687-05:00Safe, and with a new lease on life<div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3938"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It’s been a wild ride in the last few months. But the good news is:<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3940" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3942"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’m well. Finally.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3944" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3942"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3936"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After discovering that the last med, Saphris, was making me terribly hungry and causing me to gain weight rapidly, my pdoc took me off it. At this point I had a two-and-a-half year history of medications either not working, making me more bipolar, or severely aggravating my eating disorder. It seemed like I was going to have to pick being very bipolar or being very eating disordered. I was running out of medication options, or so it felt. Things were bad. Very, very bad. <o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3947" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3936"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3949"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But life had other plans for me.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3951" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3949"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3953"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The first week in September I got an email about “News on Bipolar Disorder” from a reputable health website. The link inside led me to another reputable health information website, where I found a list of mood stabilizers for bipolar disorder. But on that list I saw a drug I’d never seen before. It’s a migraine medication that in rare cases of bipolar disorder can act as a mood stabilizer.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3955" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3953"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3957"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Lithium and lamictal made my bipolar disorder worse. I don’t experience extreme elation. I cycle mildly multiple times within a day. I’m clearly a rare case of bipolar disorder. <o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3959" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3957"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3961"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So I did more research. With how quickly I cycle I’m considered to be “Ultradian cycling bipolar.” With how mild my elation is, I’m considered to be type-II bipolar. The more digging I did, the more I found that this particular med does nothing for people with type I bipolar but can help some people with type II bipolar, particularly if they are rapid-cycling. Ultradian cycling bipolar is the medical term for “rapid-rapid-cycling” bipolar (multiple mood swings in a day).<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3963" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3961"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3965"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Also, this particular med seemed to have no incidence of weight gain. If anything, it caused weight loss.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3967" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3965"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3969"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So I marched into my pdoc’s office and said, “What are your thoughts on this med?” and he said, “At this point, can’t hurt to try.” So he sent me home with a script.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3971" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3969"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3973"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Three days later, my disabling, hopeless crying jags were gone. My giggling fits had dissipated. Five days later, my mood swings had stopped.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3975" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3973"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3977"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was a normal person.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3979" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3977"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3981"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It was nothing short of a miracle.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3983" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3985"><o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3987" class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3989"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It’s taken a few tweaks since, including adding another med to address some of the cardiac problems that have come up from this particular med. And we’ve also got me on an anti-depressant to make sure that everything’s completely covered and I’m stable. But I learned one thing.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3991" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3989"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3993"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Personalized medicine matters. And I don’t just mean personalized attention.<o:p id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3995" class=""></o:p></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3993"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3997"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It took me three days of research to find the med that matched up with my symptoms. Picking a med was three years of throwing darts at a dart board while blindfolded. Before we picked the last med I ran my list of meds against a database of gene targets for drugs. </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The drug I found that stopped my cycling targeted a particular gene. Nothing else I’ve been on targeted that gene. So when we picked the second med, we looked at meds that targeted that gene. And voila, the med worked! We got it right the first time! </span></div><div class="" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_4005"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_3928"></div><div class="" dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1450884610890_4009"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Likely, I’ve got a problem with this one gene. In the future if we need to tweak my meds, now we can start with meds that target that gene. And we don’t even need to do a genetic test. 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I still have down days and up days, and they're more down nd up than the normal people I know. But it's not crippling anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Amen for personalized medicine.</div><br></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-64654064899967456072015-08-25T22:15:00.000-04:002015-08-26T16:32:51.456-04:00Being drug free and bipolarToday marks 14 days off my medication. I've noticed several changes:<br />
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First, <b>I've dropped a shocking eight pounds in two weeks</b>. Most of that was probably due to water retention from the excessive amounts of food I was eating because of the med's effect on my appetite. However, my eating disorder says hello and wants to let you know that this piece of information is very important to him. My urges to binge are almost completely gone. My appetite is back to normal, I have not restricted, ED is pouting. I did have one binge, but it was not from medication-induced excessive appetite. Unfortunately someone I'm close to was in a motorboating accident this weekend. Though he escaped with minor injuries, the accident was very bad and could have been tragic. I completely freaked. But I know the med was not why I binged. He's well, and I'm calm again.<br />
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<b>I've tried supplements to keep my mood lifted and stable. </b>That's all good except that <b>when my mood drops, it's bad. </b>Really, really bad.<b> Thoughts of wanting to end it all flitted in and out of my brain. I've been able to beat them down instantly, but this was still too scary. </b><br />
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It's a lifeblood-sucking low that reminds me of the dementors in Harry Potter. I sank to this low during four days of the last 12. My therapist was right: it is very hard to be bipolar and not be medicated. But that's what you get when you get rid of an eating disorder. I'm finally feeling my emotions because I don't numb them out with food anymore. The depressive spell was scary.<b> It made me admit that I do need the medication.</b><br />
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It's been hard to digest all of the side effects I had on the meds so I made this table for my psychiatrist.<br />
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The meds highlighted in yellow I discontinued because of the weight gain. In light of this we decided to try me back on wellbutrin at the dose where I was stable for over a year. It was only when I started on the double dose that I got a rash. The rash was just dose-sensitive and I am only slightly itchy. It's nothing Claritin can't handle. It hasn't ever turned to anaphylaxis (trouble breathing, hives all over, you know, the kind of allergy people get from peanuts) so my doc thinks this is the best choice for me right now. Unfortunately it's still not enough, my mood is still depressed -- but I don't have fleeting thoughts about wanting to die anymore.<br />
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As for my weight, ED and I may be making peace soon. I trust my body on Wellbutrin. My weight was extremely stable while I was on it -- I only wavered 1/2 pound up and down during a three-month monitoring period. I think I can sit back and just eat my damn food and I know that my body will find its place. While I didn't know it the first time I was on this med, I can see now that I looked pretty dang hot at my stable wellbutrin weight.<br />
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There's another word for hotness in my book: recovery. I'm finally able to appreciate my body. All of the weight I've gained has made me re-evaluate and appreciate what I had. It may not be the weight ED wants me to be, but I was stable and I wasn't letting food rule my life.<br />
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I'm feeling hopeful. Then again, I'm bipolar, so we'll see how long that lasts!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-11872511661075744022015-08-11T10:50:00.001-04:002015-08-11T10:51:20.437-04:00I found the source of my hunger!It's the med. I have no doubts.<br />
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Yesterday I was even hungrier than I was over the weekend. By 11 am I'd consumed a bagel with cream cheese, two lattes, two mini pieces of chocolate, a handful of dates and an Italian wrap sandwich and I felt like I hadn't eaten enough. It was absurd. I called my psychiatrist and he told me to stop taking the medication. <br />
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In some ways I'm crushed. This was the ninth medication we've tried me on for depression / bipolar disorder. It actually worked and was one of the few that did. But at the same time, it has been wonderful to wake up today, eat a single slice of cold pizza for breakfast, and discover that two hours have passed and I am not the least bit hungry.<br />
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My pdoc wants me to wait a few more days to get the medication completely out of my system. From there, do I wait until my weight drops back down before starting the new med? I hopped on the scale this morning and discovered that five additional pounds went on in the last week because of all of the overeating, officially putting me at my highest weight ever. Do I risk going even higher on a new med? Do I tough it out? <br />
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I'm leaning towards toughing it out. Giving myself a couple months to get re-acquainted with my hunger-fullness signals will help me better spot any weight and hunger-related problems with the last med. I also plan to only give a medication a 3-4 week trial period. In the past, I've gone as long as nine months before I put my foot down about medication side effects, hoping I could tolerate them. <br />
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In the meantime, I will be supplementing my diet with 1200 mg of omega 3 acids in the form of krill oil, and 15 billion colony units of probiotics daily. I will add in acupuncture if necessary. I have found acupuncture to be helpful for the treatment of depression in the past, and looking like a pincushion is pretty funny to me!<br />
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There is some evidence in the literature that the high levels of omega 3 acids and probiotics help with depression as well. At the very least none of it will do any harm. I will continue to keep the sugar substitutes out of my diet as they are not helping me understand my fullness signals.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-2395365449530563082015-08-09T22:13:00.001-04:002015-08-09T22:47:49.475-04:00Hungry, thrill-seeking girl with a death gripAt least, according to the Wall Street Journal, that's what I am.<br />
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I spent the weekend sailing but this wasn't your average sailboat race. These 100+ year-old sailboats called log canoes hang people ten feet above the water on planks to keep from tipping over. Why? Because there's a ton of sail and hardly anything under the boat to counterbalance it. The end result? Two hours of exhilaration (read: sheer terror) that you're about to capsize or get whacked by a huge piece of wood while flying through the water at fantastic speeds. This video from the Wall Street Journal gives you a pretty good idea of what my experience on the log canoe <i>Noddy</i> was like.<br />
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I sailed one two-hour race. It was incredible exercise sliding in and out of the boards. But alas, my 'death grip' wasn't deathly enough and I fell off my board while we were tearing through the water at a good 10mph. The boat didn't stop; I got thrown a line and pulled in while it kept going at those ten miles per hour. But we finished -- upright! -- and this was apparently the first time <i>The Noddy</i> had finished a race all year. They called me their 'lucky charm.' They also called me their newest heavyweight.<br />
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It was a joke. You see, as a boardman on these boats it's best to be on the heavy side. While I hate the fact that I weigh 155 pounds and I feel enormous, they wanted someone heavier than me to help keep the boat upright. But no one else volunteered so I was it and apparently I was enough. But they still made fun of the fact that they wished I had weighed more, because it would've made the job of keeping the boat upright easier.<br />
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They. Wished. I. Weighed. More.
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It's very strange to think that these people had no problem with my weight; I was told for years by my family that I was overweight and therefore unhealthy, fat, ugly, and unloveable. Often in more words, though. This weekend gave me a rare moment of self-acceptance and validation. My 155 pounds helped us to our first finished race all season.
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It also gave me one hell of an appetite. I had trouble getting full after both Saturday's race and after sailing my usual small boats on today. I keep telling myself that it's just the insane amounts exercise I got sailing. I didn't binge and I let myself eat. I let myself have a 200-empty-calorie hard cider after the race instead of a diet soda. It was hard for me but ultimately okay because those 155 pounds of an awful lot of muscle needed fuel.<br />
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I still worry about my hunger, hoping it's the exercise and not the med. I'm taking a day off tomorrow to rest. Hopefully my appetite will calm down. But in all it was a great, exhilarating weekend. Oh, and I got to see a river dolphin just as we crossed the start line :o)
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p.s. For those of you who were wondering how I got into this, in the video you'll see the red-shirted "Silver Heel" crew capsizing. What you can't see is my aunt getting dunked in the water as she crewed that boat.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-15807881844096001002015-08-07T18:42:00.000-04:002015-08-07T18:42:06.286-04:00No sugar substiutes challenge days 2 and 3Life always throws curveballs at just the wrong time.<br />
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I've got an eating disorder, which means my emotions rule my eating. If I want to find out whether my med is causing my binges, ideally I need to have a period of very calm, emotionally-stable days.<br />
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No such luck!<br />
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Yesterday my eating went pretty well. I was shocked how long a normal-sized breakfast of a bagel and cream cheese kept me satisfied. I half ran/half walked the 3k loop around campus at lunch. And then I found out that my project leader is leaving work. <br />
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I'm super-sensitive to changes in leadership at work. I've had an abusive boss before and I'm terrified of having to work for another one. Immediately I turned into<br />
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And I had visions of getting kicked off of the project, living with an abusive replacement for the next year until she returns (she'll be on temporary assignment), being terrified that we'll be losing her permanently...oh, yeah. Truly ridiculous.<br />
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But I took care of myself. I went out to dinner, let myself have a stiff drink, a healthy salad, and a protein-rich entree. I then went and put an hour in on the ice rink. I came home feeling calm and like I handled the situation well. No binge, right? <br />
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And then came home and baked my stress away. And of course, woke up at 2 am with a case of the munchies, and proceeded to eat the treats I made. In a reasonable quantity, but still. 2 am. Me. Food. Not good. <br />
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Today I've been ravenously hungry. Maybe this is because I put in a double workout yesterday. I didn't do it to punish myself. I love skating, I like running. I needed the stress relief. But today I've been fighting off bingeing since the morning. I had to run a major meeting that lasted six hours today; and in the middle of all of this I realized that I lost my cell phone. I can't find it. Anywhere. <br />
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Needless to say, I'm stressed about stuff that I'm blowing way out of proportion. I had a protein-heavy dinner but I still wanted to eat way beyond being full. I've been eating every two hours. Is it the med? Is it the stress? I vow not to binge, but damn, why can't I stop thinking about food? I haven't had any stevia, and I kept my caffeine intake minimal. I don't know. I need to keep going. I will keep going. And perhaps take another anxiety pill. <br />
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Yesterday's no aspartame/no splenda/no stevia challenge went very well. I also happened to fall asleep before taking my medication. I paid the price for it; I was suicidal during the morning before I cycling back up to being normal. However, with the medication out of my system it did give me my hunger and fullness cues back completely. It was incredibly refreshing. I didn't realize how out-of-touch I had been with my body, either from the sweeteners or the med. I ate four times yesterday, mostly at a normal speed for me, and I ate normal quantities. I found that using a food and mood log very helpful. </div>
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It was hard to get through the afternoon without a diet soda, but I had tea with a teaspoon of sugar in it. It's amazing how my eating disorder leads me to eat enormous quantities of food sometimes, but freaks out about a teaspoon of sugar. The good news: I survived. Bad news: I realized just how dependent on the meds I am. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-87789236598874654742015-08-05T09:11:00.000-04:002015-08-05T09:42:46.274-04:00Fat and happy, or skinny and depressed? It's a choice I'm worried I'm going to have to make. Trigger warning for eating disorder behavior and weight discussion. <br />
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I've been through 14 different medications since I started treatment back in 2011. Each one has had some major problem: two gave me violent tremors, one I was allergic to, two others made me sleep all the time, one made me drunk, two others put 20 pounds on me in four months....<br />
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Did I mention I have an eating disorder?<br />
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Six weeks ago I elected to go back on medication for my bipolar disorder. This was because I realized that although I was losing the weight I'd put on from the Seroquel, I was fighting a daily battle against the part of me that thought it was a good idea to jump out my 10th story window. This obviously was not an option. Back on the meds I went.<br />
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I was put on something called Saphris. I noticed that in two weeks I gained ten pounds and I was bingeing almost constantly. When I was off the med I was only bingeing once a month. The doctor dropped me down to the pediatric dose. I am down to bingeing once a week but I am eating myself out of house and home the rest of the time. Some of this may be that I skate three times a week and sail once a week. I am very athletic, more so than ever before. But I'm bingeing, still, far too often.<br />
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I am in a position now where I need to quickly figure out whether it is the med that is making me continue to binge once a week. The med works brilliantly and I desperately do not want to quit it. But I still don't know what's going on with the eating disorder. I have an idea though.<br />
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I think this stuff is to blame.<br />
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You see, I've never been able to shake the artificial / sugar replacers from my diet. It's part of the eating disorder that still lingers. Yet when I looked back at the last two weeks I've only binged twice. What happened the night before each of these binges? I had a beverage sweetened with stevia.<br />
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So I'm going to do a little challenge for myself. I want to see if it's really the stevia messing up my recovery, or whether it's just the med that's making me binge. So if you'll put up with ten days of posts on my progress, hopefully I'll have an answer about whether I have to choose between a med that makes me binge, or whether I can finally be happy and not have to worry about out-of-control eating. So that's it. No stevia, no diet sodas, no aspartame, no splenda. Nothing for ten days. Will I notice a change? Today is day 1. Here we go. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-37097591759239419032015-08-04T20:15:00.001-04:002015-08-04T20:21:11.851-04:00Net worth update: Month 1This month was my first month of recording my finances. I've been separating myself financially since we split in April and it's taken me a while to get back on my feet. My goal for this month was to build up my emergency fund. This took priority over debt repayment. And it looks like I did pretty well.<br />
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<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Checking"]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Checking</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,884.71]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">884.71</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,601.71]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">601.71</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,1259.44]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">1,259.44</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,1340.71]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">1,340.71</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,456]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; color: #38761d; font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">456.00</td><td style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">456.0</td></tr>
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<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Car value"]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Car value</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,14232]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">14,232.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,14232]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">14,232.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,14232]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">14,232.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,14232]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">14,232.00</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Car insurance jar"]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Car insurance jar</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; color: #38761d; font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Skis jar"]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Skis jar</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,27.6]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">27.60</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,27.6]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; color: #38761d; font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">27.60</td><td style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">27.60</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td data-sheets-value="[null,2,"Investments"]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">Investments</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,0]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td><td style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">0.00</td></tr>
<tr style="height: 21px;"><td style="padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;"><br /></td><td data-sheets-formula="=sum(R[-11]C[0]:R[-4]C[0])" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,-15192.869999999999]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">(15,192.87)</td><td data-sheets-formula="=sum(R[-11]C[0]:R[-4]C[0])" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,-15272.079999999998]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">(15,272.08)</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[-11]C[0]+R[-10]C[0]+R[-9]C[0]+R[-8]C[0]+R[-7]C[0]+R[-6]C[0]+R[-5]C[0]+R[-4]C[0]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,-14581.220000000001]" style="font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">(14,581.22)</td><td data-sheets-formula="=suM(R[-11]C[0]:R[-1]C[0])" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,-13226.87]" style="border-right: 1px solid #000000; font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">(13,226.87)</td><td data-sheets-formula="=R[0]C[-1]-R[0]C[-4]" data-sheets-numberformat="[null,2,"#,##0.00;(#,##0.00)",1]" data-sheets-value="[null,3,null,1965.9999999999982]" style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; color: #38761d; font-weight: bold; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;">1,966.00</td><td style="border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000; padding: 2px 3px 2px 3px; vertical-align: bottom;">1966.00</td></tr>
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My net worth went up by $1966.00 this month! That's an absurd sum, given that my entire budget after I pay the mortgage is $2500/month. Some of it was good saving. This past week I only spent $300. But mostly it came from cashing in my Health Savings Account refunds. I put all of that money towards my savings account. I don't expect to have this much of a bump again. I expect to be able to save $150 or so per week, or $600-$700 a month. There were also no disasters this month, and that's good.<br />
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Looking forward to another good month next month. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-45681647262423333052015-07-28T09:51:00.002-04:002015-07-28T13:23:59.659-04:00He's back, and so is the budget<h3>
The good news...</h3>
The Chief Engineer came back. <br />
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I won't go into personal details but the couples I know who separated and came back together are quite a bit stronger than they were before. Yes, it was very painful. But I knuckled up, took better care of myself than I have in ages during my nearly three months alone, and I think we came out better for it.<br />
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One improvement is that we will now and forevermore live with separate finances. Part of our problem came from the fact that I spend money like water and he holds on to it. That of course builds resentment. Having two incomes gave me a false sense of financial security. Now I live under my own income. I also bought a car. First car! I need a car now as he and I were co-dependent before and never did anything apart (no wonder we needed to separate!) We now both have activities at the same time in different cities.<br />
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After groceries and my car loan and my contribution to our mortgage I have $400/week left to spend on what's got to get bought. That should be plenty, I think. I hope. I'm not good with money so we'll have to see how it goes.<br />
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Now here's the bad news...</h3>
When we separated it was very quick and very dirty. He took one credit card and I took the other and the debt that came with it. Fortunately I managed to snag 0% interest on a new spare credit card. I got the spare card because when I went to rent a car back in May I found out that I didn't have the right brand of card (visa/mc/amex) and couldn't do the rental. I also feel that since the stripes on my cards die occasionally, it would be good to have a spare. Here's the debt. <br />
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<strong><u>Debts: $3220</u></strong><br />
$3000 at 0% for 16 months on credit card<br />
$220 at 0% until September 2015 on PayPal credit<br />
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I've added bars on the right to track my progress. I've spent the summer contributing to an emergency fund for myself but not chipping away at the debt. That is in my name and is my responsibility. Let's see how I do. Hopefully money will no longer divide us.<br />
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In the meantime, check out my "Organizing $$$" tab to follow my progress!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-73552133311574885602015-07-20T17:43:00.000-04:002015-07-20T22:02:36.418-04:00Organizing for house guests before and after<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
When the Chief Engineer moved out I decided that 1200 square feet and two bedrooms was too much space for just me, and honestly I wanted some company. I also wanted some incentive to keep the place clean and organized! I decided to put the spare space on Air BnB and within a week had two lovely guests. I specified women only. Both women were my age and very friendly and I was happy to have them over. The extra money didn't hurt on my new budget either!</div>
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Before the ladies came I needed to get things cleaned up. I'd really let go after the separation, as you can see!</div>
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Except for the kitchen. That was okay. </div>
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Problem: I come home, I'm tired, and everything lands on the couch</div>
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After ages of decluttering, my problem now is not that I don't have space for things, it's just that I don't put things away. After I tidyed up here's how it all looked. So much better, right?</div>
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Does anyone have any suggestions for avoiding the mess in the first place? I'm so tired when I come home from work that I just drop it all and then don't seem to get around to tidying up until I have a reason, like house guests. I think it's good incentive for me to continue to do Air BnB. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-54301772920809225902015-06-22T18:00:00.000-04:002015-07-20T15:36:23.319-04:00So many hobbies, so much stuff!<div class="MsoNormal">
A big challenge of being separated and alone again has been
keeping myself busy, happy, and organized without someone else doing the
planning. Also, without breaking the bank! <o:p></o:p></div>
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One of my favorite activities is sailing. Sounds expensive,
right? But because I live in Maryland and work at a place with a sailing club it’s a cheap activity. It costs me $10 per person to rent the sailboat for a
half day or $7.50 to participate in a regatta, aka a boat race. Gas is $15 if I
drive alone. $25 isn’t bad for an entire day’s worth of fun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The hardest part has been making sure that I have all of my
stuff ready for sailing. I can’t believe how much gear is involved! The first
two times I went out this year I had to turn around and go back home because I
forgot things. I ended up late to the marina both times. One of those times was
the morning of a regatta. Not good! <o:p></o:p></div>
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My sailing instructor suggested a go-bag. It’s just a
pre-packed bag. The idea is that when you get home from a day sailing you
re-pack it so that you’re ready to go the next time. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">An important part of the go-bag is a list of all of the
stuff that has to be added on the day-of. This way you really don’t forget
anything. </span></div>
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Here’s the waterproof card I keep in the bag. It tells me
what needs to be in the bag at all times. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Here’s what all of the pre-packed stuff looks like.</span></div>
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On the morning of a sail I can use this card to know what to add. </div>
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And since my glasses case isn’t big enough to fit my huge
sunglasses, I store them in my sailing gloves. Instead of buying a new pair of
sailing gloves ($25+) I just repurposed my old gardening gloves. The ropes on
a boat can give you awful blisters so the gloves are a must!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-37076307627165449042015-06-04T12:16:00.000-04:002015-06-24T10:40:16.603-04:00What a year it's been, are you still the same?Has your opinion changed?<br />
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Those are some of my favorite lyrics from a song I love, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KhbW6mLHoQ" target="_blank">I Don't Know You Anymore</a>, by Savage Garden. In some ways, it sums up my life since I've stopped blogging.<br />
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So here's what happened.<br />
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In January of 2014 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type II. Then they started throwing meds at me. Five in total. Then, I didn't realize, the medication made me crazier than I was to start with. I spent a week on a psych ward, voluntarily. I got out of the hospital and spent 9 months thinking I was well.<br />
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I wasn't. I was happy but I was bingeing more than I had in years and I was incredibly disconnected from the world, from my work, from my husband. The only things I could do well were write stories, write music, spend money, and sleep.<br />
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Of course it all came crashing down on me. In March I almost lost my job because I couldn't focus.<br />
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In April the Chief Engineer left. Whether he's coming back in another question. Some of this is to do with the mental health issues I've struggled with, some of it is his own issues, and some of it is that we've been together for 10 years and grown into different people in that time.<br />
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So where does it leave me?<br />
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I'm off the bipolar medication. Not a decision I regret, as I'm able to focus on my job-related work and on the people around me. When I went off the meds the bingeing almost all but went away! So now I mostly have the ups and downs to contend with. It's going to take a while to learn to deal with them without medication and without using the eating disorder to numb those emotions.<br />
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I have the condo to myself and the only one to pick up after me is me. I also now have a car and a car loan. I also have the guilt associated with both of these moves as I wasn't financially prepared to buy a car and I told myself that I would never lead a life where I would need a car. But I need it to see my aunt and uncle and friends who live nowhere near me, all of whom are keeping me sane right now. I have discovered that it was a huge mistake not to have a bank account to myself. I feel like I'm starting over financially, emotionally. That's not a bad thing. I made a lot of mistakes before. I'm only 32, and still willing to learn.<br />
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Back to budgeting, decluttering, and sorting myself out emotionally. I'm ready for the ride.<br />
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Part of the reason I checked myself into a psychiatric hospital back in August was that my meds were no longer doing their job. I was suicidal on a daily basis and paralyzed by anxiety, and I knew it. I felt it was important that I be somewhere where I would be safe from myself, and somewhere my medications could be adjusted safely. This is because medications are unpredictable. One major change in meds could take me from suicidal to happy, or happy to suicidal. Or anything in between.<br />
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Luckily we mostly figured out my meds in the hospital. I've had a few tweaks lately and it's made taking my medication more confusing, and I've been missing doses. That's not helping me manage anything. Here's my new system for organizing my meds. </div>
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Before: my bathroom sink loaded with meds 'n stuff</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-4949036800588264302014-12-16T10:42:00.000-05:002014-12-16T10:42:33.043-05:00Paging Nurse RatchetThe girl who used to post almost every week suddenly stopped writing, with no warning. So what happened?<br />
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My bipolar disorder pushed me to a breaking point, so I spent 5 days on a locked psych ward. Voluntarily. And in some peculiar way it changed my life, for the better. <br />
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It's been a while, a lot has happened since then, but I think I'm ready to write, and to respond to the folks out there who have shared your words of strength, support, and affection with me. <br />
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Oh, and to get back to writing about uncluttering and de-hoarding. Because my closet is a disaster :o)<br />
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Thank you all again for your support. Look for more from me in the coming days!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-32543051375467850512014-08-14T09:58:00.001-04:002014-08-14T09:58:20.980-04:00Gifts from the hoarder parents and more money wasted<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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I learned a long time ago to never admire anything in my mother's presence, because she would immediately run out and buy it for me. Exhibit A:<br />
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I stopped by my parents' house last week, just for an hour. My mother made excuses about how there are still piles of things that are headed for the thrift shop (sure, I'll believe that when pigs fly.) But it wasn't the stuff in the living room that bothered me. No, it was the "care package" I got without asking for it.<br />
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My mother sent me home with a box of gluten-free pasta (no problem, I'll eat that). Next was a huge box of coffee filters, a brick of coffee, and a ceramic coffee maker.<br />
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For the record, I vehemently dislike drip coffee. This incredible disdain for coffee ran so deep within my soul that when I was at a family party at the age of two, I snuck a sip of my uncle's coffee, then promptly spat it back all over him.<br />
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At this point I only drink lattes. But apparently my mother thought I needed all of this coffee-making stuff. The multiple times I said "I'm really okay without it" were ignored. Finally I gave up and went home with the bag of stuff. Nevermind the fact that I have NO SPACE in my cabinets!<br />
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In fairness, I did give the Melitta coffee maker thing a try. It just didn't work out for me. It was too watery, the water drained too fast, and I had to waste two filters and two tablespoons of coffee to get 2 ounces of strong espresso-style coffee each time I tried.<br />
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I will see my parents again this weekend as we have another wedding to attend. I will return the coffee maker, filters, and coffee. If she refuses to take it, I'll drop it off at the thrift store. Gosh, I hope she didn't spend a lot of money on this stuff. Is it so hard to call someone first and ask if they really want a particular thing, before going right out and buying it? Why continue to pour money down the drain when a simple question could solve that problem?<br />
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Do your family members randomly give you stuff you don't want/ask for?<br />
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**For those of you who remember that I <a href="http://idonthoard.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-address-new-name.htmlhttp://idonthoard.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-address-new-name.html" target="_blank">stopped talking to my parents</a> last year, here's what's happened since:<br />
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I'm back on vaguely speaking terms after enjoying <a href="http://idonthoard.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-address-new-name.htmlhttp://idonthoard.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-address-new-name.html" target="_blank">nine months of freedom</a> from the hoard and all of the absurd behavior that accompanies it. It finally seemed to click with my parents that if they want me in their life, I expect them to get a little bit of help for their disorders. After nine months, they are far more stable than before. I feel safe enough for short visits. Thanks to everyone for their support during that time.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-59603224095199939812014-07-29T09:26:00.000-04:002014-07-29T09:30:47.958-04:00A cheap and fun weekendIn keeping with our goal to dramatically cut back spending on anything that isn't food or medical expenses we planned a cheap weekend filled with good food and good times, a couple errands, and a very small treat for me.<br />
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My best friend from work lives out in the country so normally we'll just hang out around where we work. But fortunately for our friendship, Miles' next door neighbor is a certified Honda mechanic and our car needed a bit of work. Andrew does all of the work on our car at a fraction of the price at the dealership. This means we had another excuse to visit my friend. The car got fixed, we saved a bundle, and Andrew got to make some extra money. Good all around. <br />
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So while Andrew was working, Miles, his girlfriend Mara, the Chief Engineer and I enjoyed a good lunch and literally hours of conversation. Miles then took us to a really awesome used bookstore. In the DC area used bookstores don't exist because they don't make enough money. This was an hour outside of the city so the used bookstores were back and it was a real treat. Sadly there's no picture of me skipping down the aisles.<br />
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We did splurge and I got a hardback book for $5. I'm devouring it and I'm sure it'll be a book I read several times over. I skipped the chocolate-covered maple-smoked bacon soda and the Leninade that they offered at the cash register. Perhaps next time. Got a good laugh out of it though.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-24263607805175459022014-07-23T10:29:00.001-04:002014-07-29T09:33:33.203-04:00Office decluttering before and after!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">I'm back to decluttering again. The office is one place that I keep meaning to declutter and it never really happens. This AM I finally bit the bullet and started cleaning my two largest drawers.</span></span></div>
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Drawer 1: Towel for the days I run at lunch, several pairs of heels, 3 umbrellas, and a push-up bra?!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-77701606232095202052014-07-22T11:26:00.002-04:002014-07-22T11:26:52.966-04:00What the Spanish taught me about money<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is what I feel like I've been doing with money lately. Money can never make it to the piggy bank because I burn it on a new kitchen. A trip to Williamburg. A trip to Spain. Meals out. Trinkets on the internet. <br />
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Yes, the kitchen's gorgeous and was ultimately worth the expense. It took up a lot of time and kept me from feeling bored or depressed. Going to Spain was also another expensive distraction. Williamsburg was a trip to lift my mood (and reconnect with good family). <br />
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In Spain I lived for three weeks with a wonderful, wonderful 76 year-old lady. This woman had her life figured out. She was extremely wealthy but didn't live like it. She took students because they were interesting, not because she needed the moolah. She lived off the interest of her many assets and mostly spent money on two things: <br />
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<strong>Food.</strong> The food she made was incredible, and I took notes. After a couple weeks I noticed something weird. I had absolutely no desire to eat out. At all. When I got home I heard a quote from Paul Newman: "Why should I go out for a burger when I've got a steak at home?" Her food was so good that I didn't miss eating out one bit.<br />
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<strong>Quality time with family and friends.</strong> She'd visit her daughter and grandson weekly. Each day at 10 AM she'd go take a walk and meet friends for a $2 coffee, then chat away the morning. Her adult son stopped by each day for lunch (this is normal in Spain).<br />
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I didn't see her spend money on anything else except medicine, rent and utilities. She cleaned the house daily and it was immaculate and a joy to stay there. And in spite of being a widow she was one of the happiest people I've ever met. I don't think my home needs to be immaculate but I do think that a clean, decluttered home makes you want to stay and relax there and not need so many distractions.<br />
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What to take from this? If my goal is to stop shopping to fill an emotional void, I want to try to attack that emotional void like a Spaniard. <br />
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1. Focus more on preparing really, really good food. <br />
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3. Clean the house a bit every day. <br />
4. Walking every day. <br />
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These things should make me happy and take up quite a bit of time. I'll be less bored, healthier, and happier, I hope. Maybe less in debt in the end. It's an experiment. Let's see how it goes!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-2366668270605759202014-07-22T09:35:00.001-04:002014-07-22T10:44:41.479-04:00I'm back!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
Hello everyone! I'm back from my study abroad trip to Spain albeit a little early. The country was beautiful, the people were wonderful, and I learned a lot about a great many things. And my history class was pretty awesome too. I think it was one of the best classes I've taken in the course of many, many years in school because the professor taught me a new way of thinking about the events of the past.</div>
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Famous sites...The Puerta de Alcala in Madrid<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-79927025944252963482014-06-17T09:59:00.000-04:002014-06-17T11:25:25.669-04:00Back in a WhileI'm headed out today for my long-awaited six-week trip to Spain. The first week the Chief Engineer will sightsee in Madrid, then he'll return home and I'll begin classes at a University for the next five weeks. It's truly a dream come true and I can't wait to get to practice my Spanish. Thank you to all of those who have posted comments of support during the last few weeks. They were wonderfully inspiring and I'm in a much better place now thanks to all of you, your thoughts and your prayers. See you all when I return!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-2008050309974471632014-06-14T18:11:00.001-04:002014-06-14T21:18:21.404-04:00Some things are worth the money<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
In my last post I debated whether it was financially worth it to take a $300-$400 vacation to run a race. The trip had been planned for months, before the specter of debt began to loom. Interestingly enough I got offered $180 worth of contract work the week before we were scheduled to go. $180 was exactly the cost of the hotel. So we decided to cash in some old frequent rider train miles and travel for free, pack as many meals as possible, vote for low-cost restaurants when we couldn't, skip the souvenirs, and JUST GO HAVE FUN. </div>
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Ultimately it was absolutely the right choice. First off, my mental health benefitted enormously from the trip. <span style="text-align: center;">I rarely get time to see or talk to my aunt and uncle. They are the sanest people in the family and always help me put things in perspective. </span>I finished the race in 1:02:32, which was two minutes faster than the first time I ran the race (when I was 15 pounds lighter than I am now). Slower than last year, but only by two minutes. Take that, ED. </div>
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We did enjoy a few meals out. One of my favorite places in Williamsburg has oreo milkshakes. I adore them and sometimes even start dreaming about them before we take the trip. I actually allowed myself to drink the whole thing which was a serious victory over ED. I drank a milkshake and the world didn't end. No guilt here. </div>
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I came back home much more relaxed than I'd left it. I ran a race, had fun, and gave ED a couple smackdowns. It was a very, very, very good weekend. All of this was worth it. I don't think it hurt us financially very much. I think I can catch up elsewhere. Our first loan isn't even due until October. There's time. I'm back on track with my eating now. Thank you all so very much for your support. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-33022067556373810212014-05-20T10:29:00.003-04:002014-05-20T10:29:36.960-04:00This is what relapse looks likeSo my mother came and visited us last weekend. There are no words besides "epic disaster" that can describe what happened.<br />
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I stopped talking to my mother last June. She got into a car accident which then launched her into a panic attack in which she repeated "Your father's going to divorce me" over and over again. For eight hours, until I went home. My father has been emotionally abusive my whole life, but I also forced him to get medicated back in 2005. This "I don't like what you did, now I'm divorcing you and leaving you with nothing" behavior was typical and frequent of him before he was medicated, but not really afterwards.<br />
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So, a week later, I checked with my uncle. My uncle said that indeed my father had said that he was going to divorce my mother and that he would be out of the house by August. At that point, I wrote my mother a letter saying that I was going to take some time for myself. When I was ready I would contact her. I ignored my father because he'd made it pretty clear over the years that I didn't matter much.<br />
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A month ago or so I figured that I should contact my mom before I go to Spain. I figured things would be alright since, after all, my eating disorder had been behaving very well since I stopped talking to my family.<br />
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So my mother came to visit and dumps on me some new information: no, my father never actually threatened to divorce her this time. All the info I used to make a decision to cut them both off was apparently false.<br />
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Or was it? I trust my uncle more than I trust my parents. I still haven't been able to get hold of my uncle.<br />
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Unfortunately, I have been able to get my hands on lots of food. <b>I binged seven days straight after my mother left. My binges were so bad that I gained seven pounds in that week. </b>In the entire history of my eating disorder, no binge lasted longer than four days. This was singularly the worst binge I've had in thirteen years.<br />
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So why did I binge? I wanted to numb the feelings of confusion, anxiety and deceit. I can't trust either one of my parents. At that point in time we also had decided not to go to Williamsburg, so I had no motivation to run or to try to eat healthy. I completely threw in the towel.<br />
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My dietician has been very helpful. She made it clear that anytime I interact with my parents, I need to be prepared to deal with ED screaming at me for a good week afterwards, not just hours or days. I'm seeing both her and my therapist this week.<br />
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And I think it may be time for another letter to my mother. I obviously need more time away from her.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471390087114256737.post-1823282304003519082014-05-09T16:39:00.001-04:002014-05-09T16:39:22.382-04:00Where debt and my eating disorder meetEver wanted to know what it's like to have a binge? Well, here you go. <br />
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This morning I continued a conversation with the Chief Engineer, one we've been having for a couple weeks now. Do we cancel our trip with my aunt and uncle to Williamsburg or not? Cancelling it will save between $200 and $300. <br />
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I absolutely love the foot race that's the reason we go to Williamsburg every year. The race in 2012 was the first time I completed an 8k while still struggling daily with my eating disorder. It was a huge win for me, proving that I can still run even though I'm not thin anymore. Last year it was even more special because I don't have a relationship with most of my family anymore, except for my aunt and uncle, and I got to spend a lot of time with them. <br />
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The CE and I informally came to the conclusion that Williamsburg is probably an unnecessary expense right now. It left me seriously depressed the whole morning. My mother is also coming to visit for this mother's day, though I'm still so angry that she refuses to divorce my abusive father that I can barely talk to her anymore. <br />
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By 10:00 this morning I was so upset and so unsure of what to do with my feelings. The idea of going to see my aunt and uncle at another time just doesn't seem to live up to the fun we always have in Williamsburg. And besides, ED says that if we we're not going, then I have no reason to stay in shape, right? No reason to eat well, right? Go ahead and binge. <br />
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And that's exactly what happened. <br />
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First it started with the chocolate in one cabinet. Then the chocolate in another. Then it turned into the ice cream in the freezer. Then to the chips. Then I stopped. I was more or less out of interesting food. At this point I turned to the vending machines, but stopped. I had promised myself that I would skip the vending machines until our debts were paid off. So that's what I did. I can spend $10-$20 on binge foods in a typical binge. I kept eating what was around the house. Telework days are not good for my eating disorder. My "no vending machine" rule also helped. <br />
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The Chief Engineer won't be home in time for dinner today which leaves me on my own. There's not too much interesting to eat at home, so hopefully this will help slow down or stop the binge. But I really want tomorrow to just get here and fast, so that I can make peace with not going to Williamsburg and figure out how to motivate myself to run or go to the gym without knowing I have a race to prepare for. <br />
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The obvious solution is to call up my uncle and just ask if we can visit a few times this summer. It just doesn't feel the same though. But I don't wanna.<br />
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What would you do? Go to Williamsburg because it's good for your mental stability? Or go to your aunt and uncle's place more often?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03828440573673170480noreply@blogger.com8