I am Titanium

I’m feeling quite low at the moment so I wanted to turn my mood around my doing some writing and reflecting on my life.

I remember when my troubles started like it was yesterday. I was sitting down on the couch and for some reason or other I looked down at my tummy only to see what seemed like massive rolls of fat protruding over my trousers. My heart sank. I went to look in the mirror to see what my tummy looked like whilst standing up and a wave of sadness and disgust came over me as I grabbed the fat in my hand. I immediately went to weigh myself and then came up the highest number that I had ever seen on the scales.

It was that moment that I told myself that I would do anything it took to lose all the unsightly weight.

You know how the rest goes.

For years I punished myself for getting to that weight. I would read pro-ana blogs to give me motivation. I would watch channel E! so that I could look at all the skinny celebs for inspiration. I would exercise until I could no more. I would eat bland and and low-calorie food  while watching others eat sandwiches, chocolate, chips. It made me feel superior. 

But at the same time, I would yearn to be able to eat the same foods as these people without feeling any guilt – without putting on weight and feeling like a fat pig.

Then one day in 2007, I literally woke up one morning and just didn’t want to do it anymore. Before I knew it, I was a healthy weight, all the while still thinking disordered thoughts and acting on them without realising. Yes, I was a healthy weight but I still had an incredibly unhealthy relationship with food and exercise. 

In 2008, I fell in love and stopped caring about food and exercise. I started going out on Saturday’s without worrying about having to do any exercise and I genuinely started to have fun without anorexia. There was a time during that year where I don’t even remember having the disorder in my head. I remember sitting on the bus and thinking, “Wow, I haven’t thought about food or had disordered thoughts for a long time. Life is good.”

And then I joined a gym.

That was probably the worst thing that I could ever have done. The reasoning behind it, however, was because I started to put on a whole lot of weight in that relationship and I hated how I looked. Little did I know that it was really the eating disorder coming alive again.

It started at a few times a week. Then 4 times. Then everyday. Then to the point where I couldn’t go a day without destroying myself on a machine like a mouse in a wheel. I was exhausted. I became a terrible girlfriend. I was insecure, irritable, snappy and I had just lost my spark. He saw it too. I was on the phone to him one evening and he was talking to me about how I would always put the gym before him. I really had no excuse for it. He then told me to “wake the fuck up”. He said he wanted to smack me round the head just to knock some sense into me.

You can imagine how I took that. I hung up. It was this point where I completely lost all respect for him. I no longer loved him the way I did. 

For 6 more months I stayed in the relationship because I didn’t want to break up with him and regret it. I relied on him so much. I was so reliant on him that I could even call the doctor for a pill prescription because it freaked the fuck out of me. He had to do everything for me. 

 Then came the night where I got a phone call. It was him and he was crying. “I think you know what I’m going to say so I won’t. I wish it was different, Katy.” He was crying. I wasn’t. 

I was actually relieved. It meant that I could spend more time at the gym without feeling guilty. Two weeks later it finally hit me what had happened.

Fuck. He’s not coming back. I’m all alone. What the fuck am I going to do?

The downward spiral happened. I went from bad to worse. Borderline to so far away from the line that the line became a dot in the distance. Everyday I would wake up and want it to be over already. I would sit at my computer devoting my time to an eating disorder recovery forum because that was the only place where I actually felt at ease. I felt that I could relate to the people on there and that I wasn’t alone. But as I read about people on there recovering and eating more, I was so jealous of them because it was something that I just couldn’t do. It was like I wasn’t allowed to eat. They can do it but I can’t, I would think.

But why?

The day that changed my life was the day that I went to the hospital for a consultation with CREDS (the eating disorder specialists in Wellington). They basically told me that if I don’t change, I will die. They wanted me to go into their inpatient programme immediately and stop studying until I have my health under control.

I cried. Oh lord, did I cry.

I went home and cried. I told my Dad and cried. We cried together. He told me he would help me through this no matter what. That night he helped me get through my first dinner that didn’t just consist of chicken, salad and a potato.

That day was a massive turning point for me and i will never forget it.

I managed to bargain my way out of going into IP somehow. I then lost contact with CREDS altogether because I didn’t want to be associated with them anymore. I had a devoted family and as well as a supportive doctor and counsellor that I felt I didn’t need CREDS help anymore. I was determined to do this on my own now. It was time to turn this around.

I went from a sad, lonely and quiet girl to a happy, healthy and energetic woman. I have goals, I have friends and I have people that I see every week. Sure, I have had set backs like my anxiety disorder becoming rampant at times but that is nothing compared to what I have been through in the past.

Recent events such as my Nan’s passing and my Mum’s break-up have made me realise how bloody strong I am.

No matter what thoughts pop into my head, I have made it a habit of doing the right thing for me  and no one else.  I have gone from being afraid of eating an apple for a snack to eating muffins and chocolate. Sure, they may not be the healthiest snacks but they sure are the most satsifying of snacks after having deprived myself for so long.

Food is not only fuel but it is pleasure. It gives you a zest for life that nothing else can give you. Without food, you are nothing. Without energy, you have no drive. This past year has been the hardest year I have ever experienced but it has been the most rewarding.

I started my first ever working job last June, I went to England in November last year, I developed anxiety and have found ways if controlling it. And in March this year, I started my honours degree in meteorology. This is what has been getting me down recently because I don’t feel as though I’m smart enough to be doing this. I work so hard and find that I don’t know as much as the other people in my class. Then when I start to feel dumb, I begin to lose faith in myself and lose all motivation. 

know that nothing worth having comes easy so why is this any different? 

I know that I can do this. I know I have it in me. I just need to realise this. Believe it. Even if I don’t believe it – fake it. I have it in me somewhere. 

I will make mistakes and I will succeed. I will learn from my mistakes and be motivated by my successes. I will fall down sometimes but true strength is when you are able to pick yourself back up again.

I have done this already and I can do it again.

I will stop being so proud and ask for help. Just because I don’t have a meteorological background, doesn’t mean that I can’t know as much as the rest of the people in my class. I just need to work a bit harder than they do. 

I can do this. I will do this.

No more excuses. No more saying that I want to quit.

I’m not a quitter.  

“You shoot me down but I won’t go. I am titanium.”

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Posted on 12 May 2012, in Anxiety, Life, Study and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. This post is inspirational for me today. Thank you for writing it. ❤ You are so amazingly strong.

  2. Katy ❤
    Reading this makes me cry. Both for the pain the eating disorder brought upon you, but also because of the strong woman I am so grateful for having as a friend. You are a warrior.
    Know that your words and your experiences help other people. It is a sense of hope in readng how other people have had the exact same thought and behaviours as yourself, yet managed to change and gradually break free. Knowing that someone else also turned into a person whose only concern was to excercise as much as possible and eat as little as possible. That is all we care about when we're deep down in an ED. I lost a close family member during my worst period, but did I care? No. It is aweful how cold we become.

    I hope writing this post also helped you realize what a special and great person you are Katy. I know this semester has been tough, and that you've had to deal with both the loss of someone loved and witnessing your mums struggles. Through it all you have remained YOU. You have been open about challenges which in itself is a clear sign that anorexia no longer controls you.
    Please, do free yourself from the pride – we're meant to be here for each other. Share of our own knowledge to help someone understand. This is true also when it comes to academical world, there is no shame in talking with a professor and be completely honest and say that you find the subject difficult and need some explanation. If he/ she is a good professor he or she will be more than happy to explain and be there for you.

    Love you Katy – know that you can always reach out to me ❤

  3. I am so so happy and proud ohow far you have come this past year! I haven’t commented a whole lot, bui just want you to know how inspirational you really are to me 🙂

  4. I didn’t even know (or maybe just forgot?) that this blog existed.
    I loooove this one. Very similar to the one I just posted. You are just so amazing Katy. Honestly. A huge inspiration for me, and I consider you a really good friend even though we haven’t even heard each other’s voices.
    I love you so much, and I am SOSOSO proud of you.
    xoxo

    P.s. I know this isn’t a funny post, but the line being a dot totally reminded me of Friends.. dunno if you meant to do that or not 😉 “The line is a dot to you!!”

    • Thanks girlie! You’re so wonderful. I consider you a close friend too, sweetheart. Always here for you, OK? Thank you for you support 🙂 ❤

      hahaha of course that is a reference from Friends! I'm glad that you picked up on it 😉

  5. awww Katy! i just read this (yeh im slow lol). you should share this with the world! or at least on RB FB 😛

  6. You are such an inspiration! You’ve been through so much, I believe you can achieve anything now! So brave and strong – thank you for sharing your courageous writing.

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