I'll try and keep this as brief as possible and try and get my thoughts straight.
I've had an eating disorder pretty much my whole adult life. I've never met the full criteria for anorexia, as I never lost my period, and I regularly vomit after meals (sorry) but 5 years ago I lost a hideous amount of weight extremely quickly, after my partner left me and our young son. It took a great deal of therapy for me to get better, and tbh I question if I ever really did. I hated regaining every pound, and still in my head I have a big problem eating as much as I am told I 'should'. Even when I was 'better' I still felt I had a problem there in the background, dislike eating in front of people and notice what other people eat.
But in that time I did get better and met someone new. We had a baby together who is now 5 months old. And 2 months ago he walked out. I am still struggling to get my head around this tbh, I think I am still in denial. My family know but I'm not close to them and they've nto been in touch since i told them :( And my friends I can't bear to tell as tbh I still harbour the hope that he'll come back. I'm finding it all overwhelming, especially as he still wants to see our child, so am having to see him several times a week and deal with knowing he doesn't love me. I think he couldn't handle the responsibility of parenthood and freaked out, but that's another thread.
In the last few weeks old habits have crept back in. I've started not going home after taking ds to school and instead walking all day with the buggy, only stopping to feed the baby. I think (know) this is partly so I can exercise all day, but also because I can't stand the thought of being alone at home. I worry if I start crying I won't stop. Anything I eat I vomit, nto even binges, just anything I eat. The thing is, I am still 22 pounds over my pre pregnancy weight and I am a person who just doens't lose weight when breastfeeding. I've lost maybe 4 or 5 pounds but noone would know there was a problem. Even at my skinniest I worried horribly about asking for help thinking I wouldn't be believed as I was too fat. Having gone through all that treatment, I know the sensible thing to do would be to go to the doctors and nip this in the bud. But I do feel somehow it's giving me something to hold onto when the rest of my world is crumbling around me. I like the kind of spacey, distant feeling I get when I don't eat as it means I don't have to deal with my real problems. But this IS my problem.
I don't know why I'm posting really. Maybe to convince myself my problem is real and valid. I know I need to stop hankering after someone who could walk out on our family. I feel so much that it's my fault and I feel so helpless about that. I also know the damage I'm doing to my body, but I'm managing to tell myself that I'll just lose a few more pounds and then I'll get help. Which I know is the disease talking. Having already had treatment I know I can rerefer myself and don't have to go through the rigmarole of waiting lists and GP referrals which is something. I'm just struggling to want to give this up I suppose.