Eating disorder? exercise disorder?
This has been freaking me out lately. I think my eating habits are unusual.
Let me start this off by saying I do not have an eating disorder, nor would I care to have one. At least I don't think I have one. However, I can't imagine anyone would really "want" an eating disorder. My dietary restrictions seem very accommodating of anorexia, we bear a lot of similarities. controlling food intake, and constant worry over body image. I'll explain what I mean.
I was fasting on Friday. Not unusual right? Prescribed by the Church. However, this wasn't my first fast this week, I "fasted" Monday and Tuesday too, eating only an apple late Monday night and a couple of oranges for breakfast on Tuesday. Negative calorie foods. Wednesday was normal health food diet, Thursday was also normal until a friend's birthday last night and we had pizza. I promptly ran 5 miles upon returning home. I'm super health conscious, I follow the zone diet religiously, exercise daily, and drink at least six bottles of water a day. Some days I bomb out, like the other day when I ate 10 or so Oreos. Six miles later I felt like they'd been sufficiently run off, but things like this spur "recovery days" where I eat negative calorie foods or (more likely) fast. Eventually I return to my zoning. Am I just health conscious? Or are there variations on EDs?
I'm not jealous of my friends. most of them are overweight and while I love them, their lack of concern is repulsive to me. I do think they are interesting in that they eat whatever they want and never give a thought to calories or how much running a girl scout cookie is worth. They always worry about me and say I should eat more for my active lifestyle.
I'm not slender. I'm athletic, size six, 135 pounds, 5'8". My mother has been calling me lately to tell me I'm "too thin" and asks me what I'm eating. I'm not too thin, she's crazy. If I were too thin the military would be hounding me, and I'm ten pounds above their minimum weight.
Food=stress.
Sleep=stress.
Boyfriends=stress.
No wonder I love whimsical things like french braiding onions into chains.