Once upon a time ago someone told me that you never ever
really beat an eating disorder. I thought they were wrong or at least I hoped
they were wrong. However, I have been finding out that maybe they were right.
This week has been really hard for me. I live to workout. I
love the endorphin's that I get in my body when I workout and I love knowing
that I am doing something good for my body. Not being able to run or do NTC
this week has been really hard for me. I have thought about lifting weights
with just my arms however, I am at a loss of what to do in the gym when it
comes to just weight lifting and I think going to the gym just to life weights
with no cardio is a waste of my time.
When I lifted in the past when I swam I had a trainer
coaching me on what to do and helping me with form and this made it easy on me.
Now I would be walking into the weights section of the gym and looking like a
lost little girl, something I DO NOT want to do. I also struggle with my
shoulders and I am scared to injure them again. That is all I need is an
injured knee and injured shoulders.
Last night I had a doctor’s appointment and when we left I
wasn’t really in the mood to make supper. Meho and I went to Co-op to pick up
supper but as I walked around the grocery store looking for something quick and
easy I got overwhelmed by all the food in the grocery store and I panicked. All
I could think about was how this food was going to affect my body, was it going
to turn to fat because I am not working out at the moment. I literally had a
break down in the grocery store. Something I haven’t done in a very long time.
When things like this happen I realize that I am not over
this issue and I may never be over this. I worry about having too much muscle
on me. When I was in high school I built muscle pretty quick and the guys I
hung out with would call me Arnold, like Arnold Schwarzenegger, by no means was
I that big but hearing it from peers made me very self conscious. Sometimes
when I think about how I want to look I think of looking like Allie Crandall
rather than Hope Solo even though I know what body type is better I don’t want
to be made fun of because I have muscle rather than looking feminine and dainty.
Other times I want to strong, it is always such a constant internal struggle
with myself.
I can’t wait to get back in the gym and hopefully I will
hear a definite date today when I go in to the physio again.