A Fun Day

Today was different from most others. I went out by myself and had fun while at it. Trying to keep my fears away and not freaking out like I usually do.

Meeting my friend after a while makes me extremely happy. I kept talking until we had to part ways. Bookstores are fun places I must add. A full stomach is not an everyday thing for me but today was fun and I don’t feel bad about eating like I usually do, which is a good thing.

Now when the day has come to an end my legs feel extremely tired. I think it’s the few hours of sleep again (probably). I love you bestie!! My Teddy Bear😘.

Tomorrow is going to be another busy day with yet another best friend. Hoping things turn out well.

Over full indeed

Today I went out for lunch with my family and everybody ordered the non-veg thali and I  was encouraged to do the same.But, knowing my condition I decided to order the mini thali.

I can’t believe it, this was my first ever thali!!!

It had two coin parotas, one bowl of gee rice, paneer butter masala, chicken butter masala, dal fry, one piece of chicken kabab. All of this is way too much for me to eat by myself. I almost did though, which is a good thing.

As I ate as much as I could I began to feel sick. Therefore, giving the remaining food to my hogger brother. Well, it was but a coin parota and a piece of chicken.

So full was I that it was difficult to even walk. And I felt my stomach was going to explode. When I got home the first thing I saw was a box of Indian sweets with a lot of variety. A Dussehra treat! No matter how full I am, I just cannot say no to sweets. I ran around the house squealing and jumping with joy as I took bits of each sweet and relished it’s taste.

It’s past dinner time but I still haven’t digested lunch. So I skipped dinner, but yet I’m still too full. I kept burping throughout the evening and each burp tasted like puke and boy, am I familiar with that.

Anyways I’m trying my best to not think about it. Not throw up. Then sleep until tomorrow.

To eat or not to eat?

Don’t look at me with that expression. I did not do anything wrong. I have no control over when I’m going to feel sick. You are making me feel like I did it on purpose. My health is not completely fine, you know that. I feel quite ill if I eat, anything and everything. The only thing I can control right now is the amount of food I consume. I really do not know what or why all of this happens. It has no name. It is true that I should probably go see a doctor, but I’m afraid. I haven’t been to one for more than a year now. I do not know if that’s a good thing or not. But, well . . . it is the truth. I have developed a fear for food, it has gotten better in the past few months, I agree. But, that doesn’t mean it’s gone, does it?

In the past I would throw up every single day, not just once. It all began with me being unable to cope with stress and a couple of other problems. I began to binge eat, and all that I ate was junk. The amount of food I consumed in such a short span of time scared me. After a point my body refused to take in any more food. It had been abused enough. I threw up whatever little I ate. I would end up in the closest washroom I could find to throw up. It’s true that all of this has been traumatic both not physically but also mentally. Later on it did not really matter if my body had any food in it at all. I got tired of having to throw up this often. I gave up eating and survived on liquids and chocolate bars for the sugar. Nothing worked however hard I tried. I really, really, wanted to stop throwing up somehow.

When my stress and problems began to reduce I began to eat minute amounts of food at intervals just to feel better about all this ‘drama’. I tried my best always to try not to throw up from then on. I just psyche myself into believing that I’ll be ok. When my throwing up eventually stopped and my consumption of food got better I was really happy. There are also days where I feel like stabbing myself in the stomach and tearing it apart. But that’s just wrong. My only policy now is to eat whatever I can but eat as little as possible. I just do not want to keep throwing up. In the process of all this I lost two kilograms very unnaturally. I have taken this to be a good thing though, as I’m now able to slip into clothes that I previously couldn’t dream of. With this, I’m afraid of gaining back the wait I lost and end up checking my weight oh too often. Even thought a lot has improved, the fact is I’m still ill. Both mentally and physically. And I have no clue how to fix it.

Giving Maggi another chance

When I was younger I developed a hatred towards Maggi. When I try to trace back to where it all began, the first thing that pops into my brain is looking at that dried up blob in my tiffen box during lunch break when I was around 6 or 7 years old.

Every time I saw this I would decide to skip lunch and my class teacher would get upset. She would try to make me eat but it never ever worked. After all of this I just never ever ate Maggi again. Not even if that was the only food that was left.

But today I found a packet of Maggi in the groceries bag which was  I was kind of surprised but also saddened when I saw the Maggi logo. Today my craving for something spicy won over my hatred for Maggi and I gave it another chance. Well . . . The idea was not mine. My younger brother wanted it and kept saying that only I make it the way he likes it. Not soupy or dry but just right. My grandpa who usually makes it for him only gets the extremes. Maybe the fact that I was the one who made it also added to it seeming much better.

This flavour I must say,  I really liked as it catered to my craving. Well I might now give all the other new flavours a try too. But I’m sure I can never eat the original though it has just imprinted in my mind that its horrible: Spicy is good; Original bad. Don’t hate me for hating Maggi.