Random Craziness
Mood:
not sure
Now Playing: Footloose by Kenny Loggins
Topic: Daily Eruptions
Only I could go to a book fair and leave with the contact information for two therapists! One is a psychic, the other is a hypnotherapist. I'm considering seeing them both, the hypnotherapist first to work on my eating disorder, then the psychic therapist to work on long-term patterns, especially pertaining to relationships and perfectionism and my need to always be in control. I need to look into whether my health insurance would cover either of these, and, if not, I probably won't be able to make an appointment with either woman until the end of the summer after we move to Greensboro (it looks like this is going to happen in June or July) and we see what money looks like.
Saturday's book fair was weird in other ways, too. I may have made some good contacts for Sudie, and maybe one or two other good contacts for myself, but I didn't sell anything. I spent the whole eight hours trying to exude an air of approachability and friendliness to entice people standing in the middle of the room to actually come to the table. I couldn't even get people to take free postcards or sign up for a raffle of one of Sudie's prints. Very odd!
The coolest part was learning about the large number of small presses operating around the Triangle. Several of the other exhibiting presses were also home-based, and by comparison, we were large because, with two people, we were twice the size of the others! And I met a very inspiring twenty-two year old woman who is graduating from college this month and opening her own used bookstore next month!
Overall, though, a very draining experience. It probably didn't help that I'd thrown my body chemistry out of whack with a three day binge leading up to the event. I had been eating low-fat vegan brownies (made with white flour), pizza--with cheese, meat, and white flour--at Brendan's birthday party and again the next day when Sudie and I met Anna (my predecessor at Winged Willow Press) for lunch, and caffeinated Mountain Dew. There is some part of my brain that is truly defective--when I was thinking about the Mountain Dew, I looked first for caffeine-free, but when I didn't find it, I promised myself that I would drink the caffeinated stuff early enough in the day that it wouldn't interfere with my sleep. But, what I have proven to myself over and over again, and what I forget over and over again, is that caffeine is bad for me, not so much because it messes with my sleep, but because it messes with my emotions. It sounds insane, but when I have caffeine in my body, I am much more likely to have mood swings. Especially scary is that I am also more likely to get attacked by free-floating guilt. I suddenly start feeling like a total degenerate--like I've done something terrible to someone--but I have no idea what that something was.
The binge continued through the weekend, with more pizza, Mountain Dew, chocolate, ice cream, and donuts. Basically, I hit everything on my prohibited list. When I tried to join Overeaters Anonymous in Los Angeles, I couldn't take it. Going to meetings sent me into horrible binges and crying fits and amplified the behavior I was trying to stop. Plus, it made me angry to have to give control of what I put in my body to someone else. Reading
Passing for Thin has helped me understand the OA process a little better, though, and helped me acknowledge the depth of my problem and that the behavior has reached a dangerous level. I have found two meetings in Raleigh, and I may have to break down and actually go. So much in my life is getting better right now, it's hard to think about putting myself through that level of pain. I do understand now, however, the necessity of creating that prohibited list, and I also understand that there is no room for flexibility where it is concerned. My plan to have one day a month where I could eat whatever I want won't work. The minute I make one exception, I've triggered the binge and it will be days before I get back on track. Somehow, I have to create a mental world in which I absolutely understand that Mountain Dew, chocolate, cheese, and white flour are absolutely toxic substances inside my body. It sounds so simple, yet it's so complicated. Following the diet controls the eating disorder but triggers other control and perfection issues--it's all such a mess!
Last night was a new moon, and I woke up this morning with no feelings of guilt over the binge and a renewed level of energy. It looks like maybe I haven't caught Hans's sinus infection afterall, and I'm feeling better physically than I have in a week. I've managed to reign in the food stuff, too. I printed out a blank page for my diet log this morning and have dutifully recorded every bite. So far, I've stuck to Dean Ornish's rules and avoided everything on my personal "prohibited" list--it helps that I don't have a car on Mondays. My next step is to make lunch for tomorrow so I don't find myself pulling into a drive-thru and figuring out whether I should go to the OA meeting tomorrow night. I really don't want to have to go the OA route, but it may be necesssary.
Thoughts captured by Kristine
at 3:29 PM EDT
Updated: Thursday, June 9, 2005 1:59 PM EDT