Plop Plop Fizz Fizz (Oh what a relief it is!)
Hang on, help is on its way I’ll be there as fast as I can Hang on, a tiny voice did say From somewhere deep inside the inner man (from Help Is on Its Way by The Little River Band
Those lyrics just popped into my mind as I sat down to write. I thought it was kinda cool….especially the line about ‘deep inside the inner man.’ For me that becomes the driving source when I need some relief.
Usually I’d be anxious, nervous, playing out conversations in my head and imagining what to expect. Not so much this time. It’s more of a matter of fact approach. When you’re desperate for relief you get that way.
Today is the end I hope. The end of life as I’ve known it for 3+ decades. The end of the denial. The end of the downplaying. The end of the lies and the energy wasted it takes to remember what was said to whom. The lies aren’t so much there anymore but they once were. Oh were they there. An eating disorder will do that to you.
So why do I call this ‘relief’? When you’ve played games and covered up stuff most of your adult life it gets tiring.
Often times I have no idea what we’re having for supper when I get home. And if there are other things to do that need to take priority sometimes supper becomes ‘fend for yourself’ which becomes snacking, I don’t eat, or the ‘safety valve’ bagel. You can see in this short snippit how crazy things are in my head. And I have not been able to find the off ramp on my own.
What is changing the last 6 weeks since I finally started wrapping my head around the fact that I have an eating disorder as a separate entity and not a ‘tag along’ to other challenges I’m working through is simply I got tired of living that way. Giving it a name – its own identity – its own spotlight – gives me permission to face it and ask for help. It takes the weight off my shoulders and brings along others to help carry the burden.
And there’s a word that is sneaking its way into my vocabulary when I talk about my eating disorder: recovery. I remember telling my counselor a few months ago that I in essence had issue with that word and didn’t see an eating disorder as anything to ‘recover’ from but instead just something to be managed instead of it managing me. I’m not so sure about that anymore. As I think more about my eating and try to take a few small steps on my own to improve things I am realizing how much of an all-out fight I’m about to wage. All the steps of AA probably apply to an eating disorder if I sit down and really think it through. I know at least the first one does….admitting that I’m powerless over it….and step 2….turning it over to a ‘higher power’ which for me is God through Jesus Christ. Those two steps alone have been the journey the last 6 weeks, and step 2 came at church after my counselor challenged me to let go. I ended up on my knees up front at the altar just crying and telling God “I don’t want to fight you anymore. I let go.” And we’ve seen the self-care attitude come after that.
So I’m down to 2 hours and 13 minutes. My oral surgery last week has made eating this last week tough. I tried to eat a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch and only made it through half of it until the jaw pain was too much and I needed more Advil.
I don’t know what to expect, but I know I will have challenges. All my life I’ve avoided talking about food and by seeing a dietician I’m asking us to focus on the one thing I’ve hated up until now. That’s BOUND to bring up some things. But I need to do this. For me. For my health. Because it’s time. I’d be honored if you’d share the journey with me.