Comments on: Willy Wonka and the chocolate fantasy.

By: closetpuritan

closetpuritan — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 22:16:57 +0000

I sometimes think wistfully about sushi–there are no sushi restaurants close enough to go to solely for the purpose of eating sushi. :(

By: Twistie

Twistie — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 15:06:32 +0000

Nazira, my hat is off to you. What you’re doing takes courage, especially in the face of so much family history and lack of support. Keep eating. We’re on your side.

By: damnsle

damnsle — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 14:09:06 +0000

I fantasize about food, but it’s usually food that I can’t afford or is in some other way unavailable to me; things like really fine wine and foie gras (I know, I know, but it’s not always inhumane) or expensive artisan cheeses and smoked salmon, really outrageously gourmet chef prepared meals. But regular everyday foods – not so much. At least not since I stopped restricting, purging and over-exercising. I have gained back all the weight I lost (almost 150 lbs) and that is hard, but with the weight has come a certain calmness. I’m not as angry, depressed (well, I’m still depressed but I’m no longer suicidal) and isolated as I was then. And to be honest, in some ways I think I look better being fatter. When I had lost all that weight I had so much extra skin that I kept comparing my self to a candle that had been microwave; It looked like I was half melted and it struck me as disgusting. Now, although considerably fatter than average (I don’t know exactly but I would estimate my weight at around 350 or so) I think I actually look better because my skin no longer looks like it’s trying to creep it’s way off my body. And, no more elaborate food fantasies about daily items.

By: KellyK

KellyK — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 12:29:30 +0000

:: sends Nikki a hug::

By: Ann

Ann — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 03:37:27 +0000

I’ve really enjoyed your posts so far. You write well and confindently, and your message is, frankly, a relief. I’m looking forward to reading more from you.

By: Nikki

Nikki — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 02:40:17 +0000

Ahh, I just posted on another one of your blogs about this! I totally spend all day dreaming about food. At night I have nightmares that I went on a binge and I wake up at 2 in the morning thinking, “Oh thank God it’s okay, I didn’t really eat all that.”

It’s totally unhealthy, I agree with you. But as someone who used to be a plus size who is now a thinner size, I have to say I like this life better than my life before. I never got attention from guys before, dr’s treated me differently (suggesting exercise for back pain instead of looking for the real problem, a slipped disc), and it was so much harder buying clothes when I was bigger. So life is easier now, but harder, too. I wish there was a way to win, but I don’t know what it is.

By: Nazira

Nazira — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:33:47 +0000

As a recovering anorexic/bulimic when I first started eating again (well as in more than 250 cal. a day) I ate like 3 muffins breakfast, a salad and two bowls of chips and a piece of fruit for lunch, and three cups of mac n cheese plus 2 variables for dinner on average. Im sure to y’all normal eaters that sounds normal but for me it seems like a banquet times 10 and eating 1800 more calories a day than usual it really was. But once I finally felt full like 2 weeks later (and to my dismay 15 pounds heavier I might add) I was letting myself figuratively and sometimes literally eat whatever I wanted. And suddenly most of my cravings just vanished. I wasn’t thinking about food or ways to avoid it all day. I could concentrate on the more important. I have since relapsed a couple times recovery is a rocky road starving and purging complete with 2 hr cardio workout extraoirdonaire package. But every morning I log on to the fatosphere and try again and think about all the beautiful wonderful women on it and try to forget that my mom says “youre too fat to be anorexic etc you overweight lazy slob” (note I was at the time 5’9 and 134 lbs-10 pounds above the cusp of being underweight) She said the comment was made because I was looking flabby and Im like well be honest if I was overweight then now am I obese at (same height) 150 pounds? Look I say clutching my stomach fat you think im repulsive I get it but I cant weigh less healthily. Then she goes into her long yadda yadda on if you only ate healthily and exercise a good amount anyone can maintain easily the best weight for her height.And im like I exercise every day and as for food I do the best I can and guess what-Im still 150 pounds because horror of all horrors-I EAT! But what about the contestants on The Biggest Loser they lose weight she says. Um yeah mom have you ever been on the internet. They only eat fat free jello and celery in minimum while working out 6 hours a day before weigh ins. Is that healthy mom? (I have the urge to go “huh, huh?”) She sits there and says um then changes the subject. So wait its ok in your mind to be anorexic and an exercise bulimic if you are fat I think to myself? I look into her eyes and they say yes thats what I think. Sometimes I wanna go why do you want me to be the same weight as you (134) at 3 inches taller. But oh wait I know because she is anorexic and an exercise bulimic as was her mother her grandmother her grandmothers mother and her grandmothers mothers mother. And it would be such a disapointment if I stopped the family tradition. Well mom thats exactly what im gon’ do.

PS sorry about getting all dramatic its really hard trying to recover when all your relatives also suffer (on both sides of the family my aunt and cousin on my dads side also are) and think its fine.

By: Twistie

Twistie — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:16:50 +0000

I eat enough but I still have food fantasies. Of course that’s probably because nobody in my home will eat any of my all-time favorite foods. I dream of eggplants, long for salmon, and fantasize about Brussels sprouts.

Then again, I think about them less when I have the opportunity to eat whatever I like, even if I don’t indulge in those particular treats.

Because of this, I’ve started making these things for lunch once in a while when I’m only feeding me. I’ve also taken to making dinner at a friends’ house now and again, and leaving my husband and brother to fend for themselves. They’re big boys. They know where the stove is.

It’s done wonders. What’s more, I actually do get to eat eggplant once in a while now.