Mazatlan - A place of beauty

We went to Mazatlan..

No, not that Mazatlan. But I wish..
The Mazatlan we went to wasn't serine, it wasn't peaceful, it wasn't beautiful.
It was Mazatlan Family Mexican Restaurant.
First off, I do like the restaurant. I love the people there, we've been going there for years as a family. I know almost all of the staff, and even was friends at one time with a girl who works there. They are all a family. The place is a beautiful restaurant, it has tons of historic paintings, and beautiful decorations. I just really like it's atmosphere. It's a beautiful place with beautiful culture. But what isn't beautiful.. The fact that it's a restaurant..
that serves food like this...

The people who own the restaurant are our neighbors. They are very kind. I asked the wife once how they cooked some of their food, because it terrifies me. She assured me that there is no animal lard they cook with, no grease. Only oils from vegetables, and avocado. 

Still, they pile waaaaay to much food onto a plate. Though that is good in ways, if you were a healthy eater. Most people aren't healthy eaters, no, most Americans will just eat what's on their plate well beyond the point of satiety, thinking that you have to be painfully full before you are done. Then there are those obsessed ones like me, who will pick at the food, examine the food, only eat some of it and be treated like an alien for not consuming every last carb on their plate like everyone else. I order a salad that has baby shrimp on it, and I get the dressing on the side. It is a HUGE, HUGE salad. Like, 3 cups of lettuce, and piles of baby shrimp. I only ate about 1/3 a cup of the baby shrimp, and 1 cup of the lettuce, and three chips, and about 3 tablespoons of salsa. I also ate one bite of a tortilla my sister offered me. Okay, not too horrible considering the fact that it was my first and only meal of the day. I drank water, ate all the ice. 

Of course I took the rest of mine home in a box, my mom seemed slightly agitated at the fact that I hadn't eaten it all. Once upon a time at this restaurant I would get a bean burrito, with rice and beans, and eat it all. But that was when I was a weak pig, I was just a kid then. Then I decided that was fatty, I started to get a bean tostada, with no cheese, then I refused to eat there for a long time. Then I went IP, came out "recovered," and for a while got this fajita salad, which I would eat almost all of, and about 10 chips. But now days I do this with the shrimp salad. At least I will eat SOMETHING there, and sit with the family pretending I love every bite. 

My mom offered me a few spoonfulls of her rice and beans into my to-go box. My father gave me two slices of his quesadilla. Jenny will always take your scraps. Always, because tommarow, I am going to binge on it all, then puke it all up. 

I cannot think because I can't stop thinking about it down in the fridge. It's in there on top of the pizza box, which has 2 slices of perfectly good pizza. 

^ That is what I am, I am such a damned pig.^

"You know you're Disordered When..."

Okay, so I see on WE alot that there is a "You know you're Bulimic when.." thread.
I decided that I would come up with my own list of "You know you're DISORDERED when.." and list things that I do, that I am going to take a step back and see that they're illogical and "disordered."

It's sort of depressing, because it's like, yes that is a bit funny thinking about it because it's my little world, but in the grand spectrum of things it's insane and just plain sad sounding...

But, here it goes.

You know you're disordered when...

• You love watching other's carts at the grocery store. 
• You try on your little sister's clothes.
• You ask for other's leftovers for future binges.
• You steal Splenda from starbucks.
• You like going to overweight folks houses because you know they'll have diet soda.
• You know where all the private bathrooms are in your city.
• You do grocery shopping at different stores in one day so you don't look like a pig.
• You eat from the trashcan.
• You eat food that's expired during a binge. 
• You sometimes don't wash your hands (ew!) because the thought of putting your hands in that water sounds too cold.
• You don't like swimming because it's too coooold!
• You like to look in other's medicine cabinets just to see what kind of laxatives they have, or if they have B12
• You always are first to offer when somebody needs something physical done, especially cleaning. (burn every calorie you can.)
• You take the stairs no matter what, even if you might be late because of it. 
• You like to find exuses to go down and up the stairs, even if they are fake. 
• You don't ever go out to eat, with anybody. When you do you already know exactly what you're ordering and how many calories are in it. 
• You love to watch others eating.
• You want to eat scraps or save scraps off complete strangers plates at a restaurant, seeing it being taken away to be dumped just makes your heart jump a beat.
• You take aloooot of "showers." 

There's more, but this is all I can fathom right now..

Dear Diet Dr Pepper

Diet Dr Pepper

Oh your sweet bite on my tongue,

I soak it up like a sponge. 

You are a miracle,

you seem impractical.

That such a great drink,

won't expand my thighs an inch.

Zero Calories,

So many Memories.

I love you Diet Dr Pepper.

Ha! So cheesy I know.

But seriously, Diet Dr Pepper has brought me alot of joy and comfort. Doctor's might have in the past banned me from it, because it was "disordered," and I was "using it to avoid food." 

Note: I don't NEED Diet Dr Pepper to avoid food.

Oh well, I'm 18 now, I can drink all the diet Dr Pepper in the world if I want. 

PANCAKES

Last night, I did the inevitable task of eating dinner. But that's not all...
That's not all at all... Nope.

I am terrified of carbs, unless it's during a binge.
I am mortified of Syrup, at any time.
I am even more terrified of butter, it's satanic.

But, I decided that I would eat. I would eat in the name of my future. I would eat in the name of my mother, and my sister. I would eat in the name of my Grandma whom I spent the last year of her life with my head down a toilet never going to see her. I was mad, I was scared.

I allowed mom to make the Pancake mix. (Mix, one Egg, 1 tbsp of Veg Oil, and 1 cup of 1% milk.)
I put blueberries in my pancake. Unlike regular meals, I didn't obsess and stand over her, telling her just how to make it, just how I wanted it, how I wouldn't eat it if ____.. I didn't do any of that. Because my mother works hard damn it! My mother slaves all day at work, and slaves to make the family happy.
She worries to death over me, and always wants to make sure "Jenny will just eat.. at least something."
I didn't want her to stress over me another day.

She made the Eggs, she gave me the last of the Organic eggs, she cooked it in a TINY TINY TINY smear of real butter. (NOT cooking spray chemicals..but BUTTER!) I watched wide-eyed. I wasn't going to put that in my napkin, or my sleeve. But tonight.. I would eat it.

She made Bacon (But that doesn't matter, I don't eat bacon.. she didn't expect me to..)

She got out the syrup, which is real syrup. No High Fructose Corn Syrup, natrual, tree syrup.

My tension rose and rose and rose.. Because this was the first meal I planned on eating and not stuffing somewhere or purging. I hadn't eaten all day long, (I had binged/purged. Doesn't really count.) and I thought, "What makes me so special that I shouldn't eat."

I got my pancake (A little bigger than my hand all opened up.) I put on the thinnest layer of friut preserves, and then got my egg (I did dab off traces of butter.) I got my small apple that I had diced into bird bites.. I finally got to the syrup. Not in YEARS had I eaten syrup outside of a BP cycle.. NEVER.. YEARS!
I poured on a small amount, pulling back to avoid getting too much. I ended up with about one and a half tablespoons.

I sat down next to my mom, with the "root beer," (It was a root beer in a bottle. I felt horrible but I just couldn't drink that 180 calories. So I gave the root beer out of the bottle to Emily and I poured Diet Dr Pepper into the bottle, recapped it, and put it in the fridge for this meal. So the illusion was that I was eating this big meal, and drinking this caloric big drink. I felt aweful for the manipulation, but I just had to get my mom some reassurance that I am doing fine because I can't handle watching her fall to bits and pieces because I cannot just damned eat.

I ate a little over half the pancake, I ate the blueberries inside first, then the outer edges, then the outside layer of some of it. The white of the egg, I chopped and smashed the yellow part so it looked half eaten, I ate the skin off each bird piece of apple. I drank all of the "root beer."

Mom went to take her shower, which is usually my task after a meal so I can purge. I decided to take mine too. I thought I would purge. But instead I talked to mom for a while before my shower, about her day, my day, plans, laughs, anything. I knew I was playing against myself, naturally I would practically kill anyone keeping me from the bathroom. I ended up purging for about two minutes, getting out a little pancake and blue berries, but only about two bites total.. Then I made myself stop. Yes, for the first time in history I sucessfully stopped myself from a potentially sucessful purge.

I felt empowered.

I still did 200 cruches after my shower..

I cried that night because in the sum of it all, I really didn't accomplish anything that will take me to freedom or a truthful life. It was just one night, just one meal. I can't do it for every meal, or every dinner.

I am scared.

 Meet Ed, pictured above. When I think of "Ed," as his own entity, this is what I picture. My mom and I called him "Rupert," at the beginning of my Anorexia. Nowdays I don't enjoy giving it the honor of even having it's own entity, but if I were, I just wanted the world to know that is what he looks like.

I was watching the television after a recent Binge/Purge session, I was exhausted, and thinking about how my day was just going to shit, like most days do. I will waste a perfectly good opportunity filled day, obeying ballon bellied Ed's wishes and destroying my mouth and fingers. I suddenly got this overwhelming sense of hopelessness. Then a commercial came on, and I don't have the slightest clue what the advertisement was about, but there was an old woman, a cute, wise looking old gal. She was titled, "The Voice of Reason." I couldn't help but smile at this new break-through thought I had. If I can have a "Ed," voice in my head, then why not a voice of reason? From now on I have decided to grant my "recovery," or "logical," voice with the title of The Voice of Reason, and it will be pictured like this old woman below. Adorable, and wise, loving and sweet. When I mess up, I will picture her there to tell me words of wisdom. Encourage me to do what's smart. Who knows, I might enjoy the enlistment of this new fake grandma.

Isn't she just as cute as a button?

I don't want to go into great detail about my latest and greatest trials and tribulations, so I will write it all in a quick summary..

Mom saw me and freaked, she could tell I'd lost weight. Mom cried, I cried. I told mom about Oklahoma, but not about the purging, I don't know if I'll ever get the courage to tell her about the purging..

I'm home now, I leave this weekend to go back. I am mortified, mom wants me to see an MD before I go, I don't want to. She wants me to see Dr V, I am thinking HELL NO, anyone but her.

Mom's being surprisingly loving and understanding, not getting mad at me at all. Even when she found out I was taking those Metabolism booster pills. She just talked to me about it and told me she knew and talked about the logic behind why I shouldn't. I stopped taking them.

I want to stop it all, I want to stop starving, I want to stop binging/purging. I want to just be NORMAL..

I mean come on..

It's Just F**king FOOD for Christ's sake!!!

 Okay, this book "Wasted," by Marya Hornbacher is by far the BEST Bulimia/Anorexia book I have 

ever read. Most books are all, "Ah recovery! I love life! Nurture yourself and love your rolls! Daises, oh!

Butterflies, oh! Life, oh! Eat greasy pizza and be all smiles and laughs and deny the fact that you can't 

believe the amount of fat and calories it has! oh! Daisies! Okay.. You get the point, anyhow, her book is

brutally honest, it is amazingly well written. I am just astounded that I found a published ED book that I fully could say, Yeah, I understand! This makes SENSE to me! Her conclusion is just what mine is. You cope with it, there is no daisy butterfly pizza nurtureyourselftopia. I would highly recommend it. 

 I bought this a few days ago out of desperation. We'll see. 

 This is what Russell's Sign looks like. Bulimia Beauty Marks! ha!

 Some light, no pun intended, reading. 

Last but not least, what I look forward to every single evening. I only get this if I have exercised enough, and am going to go to bed hungry. To me if I go to bed hungry I have accomplished for the day. I don't really feel "hunger," per say, but I do feel empty. I get myself a cup of ice, filled to the top with ice, and put in a little kool-aide mix, the kind in the packet that hasn't had sugar added yet, and add splenda. I put way more kool-aide mix than needed for a cup filled with hardly any water, but I love the tangy taste, mixed with two packets of Splenda. After I eat the ice and suck the liquid I am usually FREEZING cold. So I can wrap up in my blanket and not be warm the rest of the night. I feel good this way, I don't know why...

The road to Oblivion.

I know, I am posting in the same day, what does it matter. Life is incredibly repetitive yet never ending with an eating disorder.

Shortly after my last post, I did go binge. I simply had to. I am programmed, us humans are easily programmed. Most people are programmed to eat butter soaked buckets of popcorn with tubs of coke when they go see a movie in theatures, some are programmed to think that just because you're eating a slice of toast, it needs butter. I however, am programmed to starve, then binge and purge.

Side note: When I binge, only on rare occasions do I binge as a full on Bulimic would, as in, never have I ever binged on more than 3000 calories at one time. I have binged on 2500 calories or so and then purged and a few hours later done it all again three or four times in the day. But I have never done it all like some say they do, some say they binge on 10,000 calories at one time. The binges here at my grandpa's house range from 1500-2300 calories I would assume or less. I don't count calories during a binge. But due to the fact that he has like, no food here, because he doesn't eat very much and only eats his ridgid foods, there's not much "binge food," and I spent all my money. All of his normally "Fattening" condiments that I smother things like bread with for lubracant effects, are all non-fat,  low-fat, ultra-non-fatfree.. 

Oddly, when I binge and purge, during the purging, I am much to frantic during the binge to think, but while purging I often get very philisophical metaphorical ideas. I thought, while I was toward the end of the purge. I was at what I call the "water flush" phase, finding a few stubborn pasta noodles, that an eating disorder is like a one way street. You are on your "road of life," and you just so happen to see all these Billboards saying: "Want to feel amazing? Want to feel euphoric all the time?! Do you have no control over your life? Take the next Exit on the right onto: ED boulovard."

You get onto the ED street, believing the billboards that never ever ever end.. because there is ALWAYS an exit to this magical place, and you start driving just to find that it gets dark very fast, all of a sudden and you can't see anything. You look up and realize that your rear view mirror is suddenly gone, where did it go? You see nothing, you don't know where you are going, all you see is the dim headlights in front of you, RIGHT in front of you, keeping you in the now. You are absolutely terrified to go any faster (eat any more) because you might run into something, you might crash. You are stuck on a one way street, your reverse is gone too, and the road is so narrow, you can't turn around on it, you just keep going forward. Because you forgot how to turn your brights on for some reason, you don't realize all the side roads and turn arounds that you pass, leading you back to the highway.

It is only you in the car because your car suddenly only has a one person compasity, you are alone.

You never will see the ledge until it's too late, and you drive right off and fall into oblivion.

The only one a sure way out, is to remember how to turn on your headlights. But you can't find the switch, you have to find the switch.

I have searched everywhere and my switch does NOT exist.