Last week I went to see a new psycologist along with my counselor. They are catching on to my plans faster then I am ready for.
I got my weight to the weight that was agreed upon and then some. You would never know that I have had an ED. So I quit going to the doctor because I saw no reason for them to keep weighing me. Then the doctor decided if I wasn't going to be weighed I wasn't going to get refills on my meds. I was fine with this.This new psycologist and my counselor talked to the doctor and the new thing is I don't have to weighed but there will be more tests to see what's going on on the inside. The psycologist asked me why I put the weight on?
I said so everyone would get off my back and leave me alone about it. I was asked more questions leading up to her finding out where my plan was? Without me telling anyone.
My plan was to put the weight on and keep it there long enough for people to back off and think I was over the ED. And then start all over with a vengence to get the weight all off again. That was a brick wall I didn't see coming. She blew me right out of the water.
Now I'm back to more appointments and strickter rules. Wich to me doesn't make sence when I have put all the weight on.
I was told to make a DR. appointment and I haven't yet. I don't want both feet in the boat. One good thing out of all of this is that they are going to change one of my meds and one of the side effects is the ED that I have battled with. Man why can't we just be happy with what we have and who we are? When I pass by a mirror or window I cringe at the shape, size, and look of my self. Lately it's gotten so overwhelming that I go to work and stay in my room so know one will see what I do. Can I not be thin and be happy with what I am? And if I'm the one with the problem then how come I'm getting beat at my own game?
Now I'm back to more appointments and strickter rules. Wich to me doesn't make sence when I have put all the weight on.