My Eating Disorder Journey- Part 2 (Bulimia)
Updated: Apr 12, 2018
I can remember it so clearly, I was eating cereal... and I could not stop. One bowl after another. It wasn't even the good kind of cereal. It was like watching a cartoon character devour a meal.
This might not sound too strange, except that for about a year prior to this, I was severely restricting my food intake, diagnosed with anorexia, and wouldn't have touched cereal. So yeah, it was different.
Something changed. I could literally feel my brain and body were different. I didn't have the ability to stop anymore. From that point on, I began eating, a lot.
This was the beginning of my long battle with bulimia.
I lost my ability to restrict what I was consuming and started eating more, so naturally I gained weight back, and that's what people saw. Kelli is better. She looks healthy.
And I wanted them to believe that. Because if they knew what I was really doing, I would be mortified.
What they didn't know (at first) was that I was completely out of control binging and purging. I found myself tangled in the most miserable cycle of restrict-binge-purge. Never knowing when an urge to eat was going to jump out and over take me, or how I would get out of it if it did. And what almost no one knew was that this would continue for the next 6 years.
That's the thing about eating disorders. We think there is a certain body type you must have to actually "qualify". You need to be skinny enough, sick enough, restricting enough to meet the standards.
I no longer looked ill, so according to our culture's perception of eating disorders, I was fine.
That is one huge lie.
I can tell you for a fact I was more mentally and emotionally ill after I had gained the weight back then when I appeared to be "sick" to the rest of the world.
I hid my eating disorder from even my best friends and family. But a couple years later and into my college years, I was binging and purging so often, anyone who spent any time with me probably knew what was going on. However, in the later years of college and even post college , I had it more under control and almost no one knew I still struggled sometimes.
Binging is often the result of restricting. It's science, really. Our bodies are made to need food for energy. When we deprive ourselves the nutrients and calories we need, our biological and natural appetite will grow and we will become even more fixated on food. For many many people, restricting eventually leads to eating in a way that feels uncontrollable.
I lived in this awful space of being so obsessed with my food consumption and my biggest fear was gaining weight and yet, I wasn't able to control what I was eating anymore. This resulted in me using purging as a means to feel okay.
Shame hit me relentlessly. I couldn't even be around food at parties, family gatherings, or my own kitchen without it being an issue. And that's the problem... you can't escape food.
There was so much dishonesty. And so much loneliness.
Most days I would tell myself "today is the day"! I would wake up and think, I'm going to do better today! Then I would be near food and that went out the window. I started to believe that this was just going to be my reality, it would never go away.
Through my journey, I've learned so much about shame. I've learned that no matter how much I tried to shame myself into something, no matter how hard I was on myself, it wasn't going to change me. In fact, shame usually makes our problems much worse. Telling myself, ugh, you messed up again. You have to do better because what you're doing is so gross and you are being weak, didn't help me change AT ALL. Instead, it made me feel way worse about myself... and you know what helped me deal with feeling bad about myself? Food. And so goes the shame cycle.
This is true for everything that may be bringing shame into our lives. If you are struggling with something (past wounds, addictions, any sort of unhealthy behavior, etc) and you are trying to combat these things with shame, it's not going to work. Again, shame is never a catalyst for real change.
It wasn't until I began to work through my past, treat myself with compassion instead of shame, and learn new ways to cope with my feelings (outside of running straight to food) that I was able to make some changes.
It wasn't perfect by any means, but I could feel my heart beginning to heal. After years of therapy and treatment, I was finally starting to see some glimpses of hope. I started to believe that I wouldn't struggle with this forever.
And I didn't struggle forever. My encouragement to anyone out there struggling with eating issues or anything else, is this: get some help. It might not be fun, but sometimes speaking things out loud can in itself take power away from your struggle. Don't let the shame voice in your head win. It lies.
For me my faith also played a huge role in my recovery. I knew God didn't make me to live like this, so I started really focusing on what He did make me for. He didn't care how I looked, a number on a scale, or what size I was. I was made to love others, to help others, to have deep and strong connection with others. That's the life I wanted.
Explore what it is that you were created for, and what your purpose is. I promise it's so much bigger and more important than your physical appearance. And once you find it, don't stop fighting for it.