Just over a year ago I posted a somewhat lengthy post about my Gastric Band. I talked about how it changed the way I would eat forever, how sick it made me because I didn’t follow the rules and how I wanted to change.
Hello, I’m Binny and I lied. 12 months later and I am typing this post in a depressing sequence – eat, be sick, type, eat, be sick, type. I don’t know how to make it stop. I don’t know how to make it go away. I don’t know how to get better.
I don’t know how to fix ‘me’.
I already have anxiety issues with new people, but then you add in the whole ‘eating’ issue and it worsens tenfold. It affects everything; what I eat, where I eat, how I eat. And it changes who I eat with. I am sick, a lot. Every day. Every meal. If I had to count, which I haven’t as the figure is probably terrifying, I am sick upwards of 30 times a day. I risk tooth loss, stomach ulcers, band slippage, perforation and ultimately death. I try and not think about it.
The biggest issue lies in do I or don’t I tell people I meet? I risk putting them off or freaking them out. But I also risk seeming fraudulent or having unacceptable eating habits without an understandable reason.
Not Telling People
- They expect you to eat like them
- You risk offending people when you don’t finish a meal
- You risk being sick, a lot, when you try and finish a meal
- You seem fussy – you can’t eat meat, rice, bread, eat and drink at the same time etc
- You stick out and people just think you’re weird
- They judge you for it, think you’re vain, lazy, cheating
- It becomes too important in relationships – can you eat here, can you eat that. It decides a lot
- People worry about you – again, can you eat this. Are you ok. Can’t you eat anymore.
- People watch you, watch you eat, watch your bathroom habits – are you peeing or being sick.
- People feel sorry for you, they pity the fact you aren’t like them
I could have the band loosened, that is a very real option. It would allow me to eat more, eat better and eat easier. I wouldn’t be sick as much either. I could fit in.
This has been an option all along, even with the price tag, an option I have refused to take. The thought of being able to eat more terrifies me – I struggle to make the right choices as it is, I still binge eat at the drop of a hat. My only saving grace that prevents drastic weight gain is the fact I can rely on being sick so much throughout my binging that weight gain is minimised.
But I am tired, sick of being sick. Sick of worrying; is our table near enough a toilet, is there something on the menu I can eat, how am I going to manage more than one course if it comes to it, how can I be sick without anyone noticing.
The things is, they always notice.