Monday, May 21, 2012

I Can't See Me


(Or, if Dr. Seuss were to write about where I am, right now.)

Me?  I don't see it.  Not in the mirror.  Not when I look down.  Or look around.  Not anywhere.   I don't see a fat girl.  I don't see a skinny girl.  I don't see anyone.

I've gone blind and can not see.  Except I can see everything but me.

I can see the numbers on the scale.  I can see size on the tags in my clothing.  I can see things that don't seem to have anything to do with my life.

 I can see all these things, but
I can't see me.


You can't see that you are skinny?  Someone asked. 

No.  Not yet.  I'm not underweight.  I know that all the evidence can't be wrong.  But I don't see it.  I'm not skinny.  I'm not underweight.

Can you see it in your arms?  In your collar bone? 

Can you see it when no one is around, when you are all alone?'

No.  I can't see it.  I can't see what I look like.

I can tell if something is caught in my teeth.  I can tell if my lipstick is fading or my mascara is running.  But
I can't see me.

Take a picture, she said.  Take a picture and look then. 
Do you see someone different?  Someone who is thin?


I can see a twiggy arm.  I can see a person who is trying to hold up her world, with limbs that are about to break.  I can see that girl.  But she is not me.

I can't see me.

Take a picture, they said.  Get out of your head.
Go somewhere, anywhere, and find yourself there instead!

But that's not a plan that will work.  It can't be.

Because I can see the skinny arm and the collarbone, but still...

I can't see me.



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Why don't you just eat?

Everything you ever wanted to know about my eating disorder...  and you weren't afraid to ask.

(AKA - What a good suggestion!  Why didn't I think of that?)


A couple posts ago I shared the fact that I am dealing with an eating disorder.  That post has spawned an unprecedented amount of offline questions, comments and suggestions, either via email, facebook messaging, on the phone or in person...  Several questions have been asked more than once by more than one person. 

I'll make a go at answering these questions. Fair warning:  Many of these replies and questions flustered me at first.  Others made me break down crying.  Some left me wanting to poke my eyes out.  Therefore, some of my answers may be a bit...snarky...

Drumroll please... Here are the most common questions/remarks:

Why don't you just eat?

What a good suggestion.  I should have thought of that. 

In fact, I don't have a good answer to that question.  Maybe if I did, eating wouldn't be an issue for me.  The theories that attempt to explain why eating disorders develop and become entrenched are numerous.  Some point to family dynamics, others suggest genetic predispositions.  Some risk factors include particular forms of childhood or more recent trauma, certain personality traits, certain forms of athleticism, and certain appearance dependent careers such as modeling, acting, dancing, etc.  Likely, eating disorders develop for any combination of these  reasons / risk factors.

Psychology Today featured an interesting article that suggests some of the reasons why most people with eating disorders can't 'just eat' by sheer will power alone: 


More to the point, if I could 'just eat' then I wouldn't have to answer the question in the first place, would I? 

Are you sure it is really an eating disorder?

I pretty much try to deny that it is really an eating disorder, at every turn.  Not being able to 'just eat' anymore is embarrassing, a hassle, and overly conspicuous.  I feel ridiculous for developing such a complex and annoying issue. 

Am I sure that it is really an eating disorder?  I am getting there. 

However, my doctors, nutritionists, and other professionals have emphasized to me that they are all positive that it is an eating disorder. 

I'm hard pressed to guess who is right.  Me and what I want to believe, or what the professionals are telling me.  You can choose who you believe as well.

I thought that anorexia was a teenage disease, that middle aged people only had it if they already had an eating disorder when they were younger?


Me too.  How immature of me to develop this at my age!

It turns out that eating disorders can happen to women and men of all ages, races, orientations of every kind, etc.

Statistically, those who will develop anorexia are far more likely to do so if they are adolescent/teenage girls.  But the club is neither prejudiced nor exclusive.  Period.  Children, middle aged people and often elderly people as well, can develop eating disorders of all different kinds.

For a little more insight on middle aged persons with the disorder, see here:


and here:


  
You should talk to a nutritionist, so that you understand how bad for your health an eating disorder can be.

What a good suggestion. I should have thought of that.

Nutritionists are an important part of a team of professionals who are needed to successfully treat eating disorders.  That's a fact.

However, in terms of seeing a nutritionist in order to understand the implications of an eating disorder -  what is happening to me has nothing to do with my not understanding nutrition.  I understand without an iota of doubt that the eating pattern I have fallen into will be disastrous to my health if I don't find a way to recover, and in terms of successful recovery - the sooner the better.  I can comprehend the horrifying reality of what starvation could do to my body - both internal and external,and to my cognitive ability.  I also know that it will create and/or exacerbate mental illness issues.

This is not about a fundamental misunderstanding of how nutrition works.  Period.  And, I have seen a nutritionist. Numerous times.  Seeing a professional nutritionist has been a part of both my inpatient and outpatient treatment programs.

Don't you recognize that those rail thin models
and skeletal women are unattractive?

Unattractive?  What are you talking about?  I am shooting for this look:


See how muscular Skeletor is?  What's the problem?

Seriously though.  I am not interested in looking like a skeleton.  Nothing about 'rail thin' appeals to me.  Nothing. 

I am not yet anywhere near the bottom of my BMI, and already I miss my curves. 

I am not shooting for a particular look, weight, dress size, or body shape.  That is not what my disorder is about.  Although many eating disorders are made worse by the asinine pressure that society places on women to be thin - a conscious effort to look a certain way is not always at the root of the disorder.  So far, professionals and myself are pretty much in agreement that self esteem around appearance related issues are not a big factor in my particular disorder.

I am horrified by the size and shape that is generally accepted as the ideal norm in most fashion magazines and via media celebrities.  This is not about my mistaking heroin chic for healthy, happy or beautiful. 

No one needs to point out how unattractive a skeletal frame will be, on me.  In fact, I am afraid of getting that thin.  I am afraid that I won't know if and when I am that thin.  The thought of reaching a point in this illness where anyone would consider me skeletal is disturbing to me, not something I am hoping to attain. 

How many calories were / are you eating?

Not enough.


That question is what many people would call 'triggering.'  If I choose to bring up the specifics in a blog post or during a conversation, that is one thing.  But being asked to explain the details gives my disorder a chance to have a field day with my thought patterns.  Here are my initial reactions to that question:

'speaking of how many calories I was eating, why am I eating more than that now?' 

'speaking of how many calories I was eating, what was the big deal with eating so few?  It's not like I was suffering major health consequences.  Now that I think about it, I should drop down to that same calorie count now,' 

'speaking of how many calories I am eating now, why am I being so gluttonous?'

And finally: 

 'why are professionals telling me to stop putting so much emphasis on 'calorie count' when everyone else seems to be focusing on it?'

 The true answer is:  I was not eating enough calories to support healthy weight loss or maintenance. I was not eating enough calories to live, long term.

Now I am eating more calories.  But still not enough.  Recovery from eating disorders is a long road to haul, and I am still hitchhiking  I haven't found my way yet.  I am just praying (really, down on my knees) that I am heading in the right direction.

How much did / do you weigh?
I used to weigh more. Now I weigh less.

Not so long ago:



Really.  Questions about my exact weight are even more difficult for me than questions about my calorie count.  In my mind, I either weigh too much or not enough.  Before I can get to the almighty stance of:  "What I weigh is fine, and maintaining that weight is fine, because I am fine about eatiing..." I need to get to a point where I'm not putting any emphasis on the numbers on the scale, at all.  Don't encourage me to do so.  Please.  Don't.

Now:


Well, you look great 'now'!


Thanks. I'll have to keep starvation in my repertoire for when I'm hoping to look good.

I know, I know - this is such a well intentioned compliment.  And for pretty much everyone who is working diligently and intelligently toward healthy weight loss, this comment can be a wonderful reward and boost to their determination. 

I am not experiencing healthy weight loss.  Eating disordered thinking defies logic.  I understand the intention, and certainly the relative 'truth' behind the comment.  That being said - what I 'hear' is this:

You looked terrible before. 
You should have starved yourself a long time ago.
If you gain weight again, you will look ugly.
You need to keep starving yourself.

I am going to assume that when people tell me that I look great 'now', that they don't mean any of those things above. So, please just don't say it to me.  This is a common issue with eating disordered individuals.  We just don't know how to take a compliment.  And it is not about modesty.  It's about pathological thinking. 

I am not saying that you should feel unsafe telling all people that they look great, when they do.  I am just saying - once you either suspect or know that someone is dealing with an eating disorder - lay off the comments about their looking better than they used to.

Of course, this begs the question - what can you say about my appearance?  All of these (or variations of the same) work for me:

I love your outfit.
Those shoes are so cool.
Your nail polish is awesome.

You can even say 'you look great' - just leave the 'now' off!

The best comment of all?

You looked beautiful then, and you look beautiful now.


Why is how you look so important to you, 'all of a sudden'?

Well, in the past I was obviously a slovenly pig, but now, out of the blue,
I have decided to care about my appearance. All of a sudden.

If this was about a new found obsession with vanity, then I would have gotten a manicure and pedicure - and perhaps indulged in a shopping spree at Macy's - and been done with it a long time ago.  This is not about vanity.  The suggestion that it is about something so shallow is wrought with fallacies about eating disorders - and frankly, a bit offensive.

What kind of recipes do you use?
[asked AFTER someone knew I had an eating disorder]

The recipe to eating next to nothing is simple and always has just one ingredient:  nothing.

Seriously?  You would like someone who is intentionally starving herself to share recipes with you?  I am flirting with death, not writing a diet book. 

How did you lose the weight?
I could stand to lose a few pounds too!
[asked AFTER someone knew I had an eating disorder]

If you are asking a question about the physiology of weight loss, then a doctor would be better able to answer that question than I.

If you are looking for weight loss tips - please see the above question and exchange 'weight loss tips' for the word 'recipes'.

Well, your husband must be happy with the way you look!

Yes, he has always wished that I would be thinner,
even if my being thinner meant  that I might starve to death.

My husband is being as supportive as he can, under the circumstances.  That being said, he's made it clear that under no uncertain terms is he pleased in any way - about what is going on with me in terms of eating and my weight loss.  Over and over again he has reminded me that he never asked, needed, or wanted me to lose weight. 

My weight loss has nothing to do with trying to please my husband or feeling pressured to lose weight by my husband.

He does say that he thinks I am beautiful no matter how much I weigh.  But, he makes no bones (no pun intended) about the fact that he is very worried about how rapid the weight loss has been and the implications of my eating patterns.  He is not focusing on my being thinner now.  His focus is on the fact that I can not manage to eat enough food to provide adequate sustenance for my body.  He is not happy about that.

But overall, you must be healthier,
because you are thinner, right?

No, I am not healthier.  At this point, the best spin I could put on the overweight vs. current weight health implications is this:  I am trading prior health risks with current health risks. 

I am less likely to develop diabetes.  I am more likely to develop gallstones. 
I am less likely to have bad knees.  I am more likely to pass out and hit my head on something.
I used to snore.  Now I fall down if I get up to quickly. 
I used to get tired walking up two or three flights of stairs. Now, my hair is falling out. 
I used to enjoy food - probably a little too much at times.  Now I can't taste my food, at all. 
I used to accept myself as overweight without being overly critical.  Now I am not overweight, but I really don't know what I look like anymore.
I used to be able to hear people tell me I looked great, and I'd feel proud. Now I hear people say I look great, and I feel ashamed.

Being thin in and of itself does not indicate a healthier person than one who is overweight. I had different health risks, and different health issues, when I was heavier.  The issues I have now are related to the fact that my recent weight loss has been caused by self starvation.  I was never morbidly obese, and in general, it is safe to say that starvation is not a better option than obesity. 

But, when you start eating normally again,
you are in a better position than you were before,
because at least you are thinner now, right?

Yes, because being thin is the be all end all.  All hail thinness!

No.  I am not in a better position.  Rapid weight loss and self starvation often has long lasting and/or permanent negative consequences on overall health.  And it can destroy one's metabolism, which can result in a person not only gaining the weight they lost back - but usually gaining even more than the amount they originally lost.  Further, if self starvation isn't rectified - permanent damage to vital organs, including the risk of congestive heart failure - is a real risk.

Aren't there medicines to help increase your appetite?

What a good suggestion!  I should have thought of that.

There are two ways I could go about answering this question. 

In regard to the technical specifics of the question itself - the answer is yes. There are medications that can be used to help increase a person's appetite.  These are often used for cancer patients who are losing their appetites due to chemotherapy.  Medical marijuana is also a wholistic approach to increasing one's appetite.  Who hasn't experienced or heard of - 'the munchies'?  So, yes.  There are ways of increasing a person's appetite.

But, let me be clear.  I am not experiencing a lack of appetite.  I am hungry most of the time.  This is not about losing my appetite and not being able to eat.  Binge eating disorders do not develop because sufferers are incredibly hungry, and by the same token, those who suffer from anorexia are not dealing with the disorder because of a lack of appetite.  Taking or doing something to increase my appetite wouldn't help me.  It would probably just further frustrate and distract me.  If treating anorexic behavior was as simple as appetite stimulation, then the disorderwould  be much easier to treat.

What kind of traumatic experiences did you have
that might have led to your eating disorder?

I'm saving that information for my reality tv show.

Or, on second thought - those experiences are private and very personal.  Some of them are probably far less daunting than one might imagine.  Other experiences are likely worse.  But I am in the process of sorting out what is still causing me pain and what is not.  I am not ready to share that information with the world. If I want to share it, I'll bring it up myself.  Really.  So no need to ask.

I went on a crash diet once, too.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, really, I am.  Crash diets are not healthy, and it is really disturbing that so many people are made to feel like they have to use unhealthy methods to lose weight.  It really is an unacceptable thing about our society and culture. 

By the way - I am not on a crash diet.  I don't know how to make that any more clear.  Honestly, if I were on a crash diet - this would be a little easier.  At least there would be a reasonable likelihood that I would simply 'fall off' the diet - and begin eating normally again. That's one of the problems with crash diets, most people fall off of them.  On the other hand, the problem with my eating disorder is that it has the opposite consequence of a crash diet. Instead of not being able to sustain the diet restrictions, I am not able to stop restricting my diet. 

Why don't you get help?

I am.

Why don't you pray?

I do.

Why didn't you just call me?

My lack of calling you (whoever you might be) is not why this is happening to me.

Why aren't you calling me now?

Contrary to the fact that I composed this blog post novella, I am soooo tired of talking about my eating issues.  Especially, I am tired of addressing the vast majority of well intentioned, caring and optimistic remarks that are being offered to me (such as all of those encapsulated above).  So, I am isolating a bit.  It is my coping mechanism.  My attention is on God, my husband, my kids, and getting well.  I am working with professionals.  I am in a day treatment program, five days a week.  I am calling who I can, right now.

How serious is this?  Are you dying?

I won't make any jokes or snarky comments.  This is scary territory, and those who have asked this question have been very brave in doing so.  Here is the truth:

I am nowhere near thin enough that pure body weight issues would be fatal.

I did participate in an inpatient treatment program for a couple of weeks.  I have been eating more than I was before that treatment program.  I am still having a lot of difficulty eating a healthy amount of food.  I have more recovery to go there.

I am no longer counting calories.  I am breaking out of that obsessive pattern.  However, I was so accustomed to counting calories, I wouldn't be honest if I said that I wasn't fully aware that I am still eating far below the minimal suggested amount of food.  The issue is not calories alone.  When you are severely restricting calories, you are unable to get an adequate amount of protein, carbohydrates, calcium. etc. for your body to function properly.  We could toss calorie counting to the side completely (in fact, most of us really should do that) and just focus on food groups.  I am not eating enough portions of enough of the required food groups, for adequate health.  This has the potential to create 'future' concerns.  What exactly the 'future' means is a wild card, but in the immediate sense, I am still ok.

While I may be starving myself - I am eating enough and/or my body is compensating enough that my lab work does not yet indicate that I am starving to death.  Critical components such as my electrolytes, etc. - are all within the normal range.  Some of the results are borderline worrisome, but they are still within the normal range.

Medically, I am not in imminent danger of keeling over.

One of the aggravating factors in eating disorders is the fact that most people who suffer from the disorders cling to denial about the severity of their problem and/or the potential consequences.

I am as far from denial as is possible for me.  This is a good thing.  As I have been told, this bodes well for the possibility of full recovery and at the very least - early intervention for any complications to my physical health.

I had blood work done again today, and next week will have abdominal ultrasounds, in a continuing effort to catch any physical complications that might be caused by my disorder.

The vast majority of concerns regarding both my physical and mental health has to do with what could happen, what it is in development, not what is happening right now. 

So no one should be concerned that I'm gonna go out and never come back, anytime soon.  At least not because of this.  Every time I drive my car... well that's a different story...

One last question that people have sent my way.  This one, I appreciate:

What can I do to help?

I absolutely love and cherish all of my wonderful friends and my incredibly loving and supportive family. I need you all to continue to care about me and think good thoughts and pray for me.

Please don't stop the emails and messages. 

Even if you don't know me that well.  If you found this post funny, informative, or thought provoking - leave a reply and let me know.   If you are dealing with eating disorders or have dealt with them in the past, and this post resonates with you in any way, I'd love to hear from you.

Finally, take a moment and think about your own body image.  Ease up, be gentle, and realize that beauty and your value as a person have nothing to do with body size.  Please, please, please, teach  your children the same - male and female - by modeling this understanding through your own behavior and attitudes.  Ask your children to challenge the unhealthy messages that this culture perpetuates about the value of being stick thin. 
And if you or your children or loved ones begin to develop patterns of disordered eating, whether they are body image related or otherwise - confront those patterns, discuss them and deconstruct them if possible.  If not, get help.  Don't be embarrassed or ashamed.

After all, being brave and telling the truth is one of the most beautiful things any of us can ever do.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Mama Into the Sea



Mama, into the sea you went
Cold water warmed by your spirit
So lovely I cannot bear it
My memories are pan handlers
Your life is the golden coin
Can’t anyone spare it?


Mama into the sea you went
Dreaming that we were no longer crying

Mama into the sea you went
Whispering stories without lying

Mama into the sea you went
Certain that neither of us was dying

Mama, into the sea you went
Liquid bearing witness to
Dreams Depleted
Ashes scattered
A life completed

Mama, I see you in the water
Your spirit is now the sea
Yet it is my breath that rises with the tide
Someone still searches for you

Mama, did you know that the person searching
Would be me?

Where have you gone?

Mama, into the sea you went

For my mother, whose ashes we scattered at sea, ten years ago.

El Collie Kress; November 4, 1947 - April 17, 2002


Saturday, May 5, 2012

Disappearing

And away she went....






Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer...

-Skinny Love by Birdy

I need to tell the truth.

I've been preoccupied the past few months. I've been doing re-writes on a novel, writing poems, essays, and working on memoirs. 

I am someone who loves words.  I love the art of language and envy those who are gifted in linguistics.  I love to tell a story.  If there is a joke to be made, I try to beat everyone else to the punch, and claim that final line as if were mine, all mine.

Still it took months and months and the reality of a disappearing me - to find the words to say aloud something that I knew to be true but wanted desperately to ignore.

I have an eating disorder.


9 months ago:



Two Months Ago:


Today:




Let's get the specifics out of the way. Diagnostically, I have what is called Restricting Anorexia Nervosa. Part of what that means is that I do not binge, purge (vomit), use laxatives, or diet pills, shakes, or other weight loss products. What I do, is restrict calories - to an extreme.

I am starving myself.

[Clinically, I don't qualify for the diagnosis above, because I am not yet 15% less than the bottom of my healthy weight BMI. Therefore, my DSM IV diagnosis is EDNOS. Or, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified.]  None of that really matters, except to insurance companies who use the clinical criteria to determine what types of benefits (or lack thereof, in most cases) they provide in terms of treatment options.

With that out of the way, let me try to explain my understanding of why and how I seemingly developed an eating disorder, overnight.  As if adding to my list of neurosis was necessary.  Sheesh.

The vast majority of people suffering from eating disorders develop the disease in their adolescence or teen years.  But, as with every illness, there is a subset of women (and some men) who experience their first episode during mid-life.

I have sashayed between petite to overweight, to thin again, and then back to  overweight - since my teen years.  My weight has seesawed so many times, I am hard pressed to tell you what my normal body weight even looks like.

For the past ten years, my weight has crept steadily upward.  But, I should explain that my current weight loss is not about my personal body image.  And that makes my eating disorder different from many forms that are based on body dysmorphic issues and/or the horrendous cultural pressure on women to be thin.

Of course, it bothered me when I felt that people were judging me because I was overweight.  But, in general, I didn't mind being chubby, in and of itself. I was never so heavy that it was a major health concern.   My husband always told me that he thought I was beautiful.  He has never ever hinted at or suggested that I lose weight.



The reasons for my weight jumping up and down over the years are varied.  Lifestyle, stress, side effects of medication, whether or not I was regularly cooking for my family, or times when take-out was on the menu for days on end. 

In earlier blog posts, I have discussed the fact that since my teens, I have struggled with depressive and anxiety disorders.  Also, the fact that my mother committed suicide ten years ago. 

Given the cause and particularly violent nature of my mother's death - more than one doctor and counselor have pointed out that I exhibit signs of PTSD. 

Actually, professionals suggested that I consider being treated for symptoms of PTSD even prior to my mother's death.  While I have written a few minor essays here in regard to my childhood, the most traumatic and painful events remain unwritten - at least publicly.  Those details are for another time and/or place.  Suffice it to say, my early years were no cakewalk.  And that led to issues in my teen years.  Which led to additional issues in my twenties, and on, and on, and on...

Here's an interesting tid-bit about PTSD.  Some of the known factors that determine who will begin to experience the full effects of their post traumatic stress disorder during their middle age years, are as follows:



  • female gender
  • children in the home
  • pre-existing psychiatric conditions


  • Guess what?  That describes me.  Woo hoo!  Bring it on, PTSD!



    Yep.  I was ready.  I would do as I'd always done.  Ignore it.  Why start talking now?  Why start feeling now? 

    Fair or not, when I hit all the criteria above, the symptoms that I began to experience en masse, were typical to PTSD:



  • hyperalertness
  • fear and anxiety
  • nightmares and flashbacks
  • sight, sound, and smell recollection
  • avoidance of recall situations
  • anger and irritability
  • guilt / shame
  • depression


  • Out of the blue, a freight train of fear and shame was crashing through my body. I like to think of myself as fairly self aware, but  I had no idea why this was happening to me.

    I got down on my knees and prayed.  I talked about what I was experiencing in counseling, I discussed it with doctors, and stopped taking one medication and then started another. 

    The medication change led to my having a decreased appetite.  Then, a bad reaction to one of the medications left me ridiculously nauseous for about a week. 

    I began to lose weight.  At first, I was lying to myself (and everyone around me) as to how I was losing weight.  'It's entirely due to my medication change,' I told them.  I told myself.  As I continued to lose weight, I began to shift my stories around. I would tell part of the truth in regard to the weight loss.   My metabolism was changing.  That was all...
    By February, I was losing about 1/2 to 1 pound, a day.

    How?  I just stopped eating. I mean, I ate, but I'd have one cracker for breakfast, half an orange for lunch, and a plate of lettuce for dinner. At first the restricting was easy to hide. Busy kids, bustling household, who is paying attention to how much someone else is eating?

    Not helping matters was the unilateral feedback  I was getting from friends and family, when I began restricting. 

    "Wow! You look great!"
    "Boy, you sure must be doing something right!"
    "It's great to see you getting in shape again!"

    Everything was great.

    The greatest thing of all?  I was hungry all the time.  I was constantly planning the time when I would allow myself my next lettuce leaf meal.  Thinking about other less pressing issues fell by the wayside.  Things like... past trauma.  Shame.  Guilt.  Fear.  That whole entire freight train was halted in its tracks by the fact that I had a much more immediate need.  Food.

    The truth?  I chose hunger over the pain of dealing with my past.  Plus, (the logic here is screwy, bear with me):  I was in control of my hunger. I thought I could choose to either eat a cracker, or not eat one.  But the freight train that had been stopped in its tracks?  The only control I had over all that guilt and shame was to supersede its urgency by being hungry.
    As my body ran out of sustenance, the big bad freight train ran out of steam.  As I began to fade away into my very own magical disappearing act - every one complimented me on how great I looked.

    Then, I began having dizzy spells.  One morning, I got up, took a few steps, and then passed out completely.  That, I couldn't hide from my family.  I realized that it was time for me to start eating more.   But, I just couldn't do it.  As I understand it now, when an eating disorder is allowed to take root, it is very difficult to push it aside and 'just start eating again.'   The act of eating is not something that wears Nikes.  You can't 'just do it.'

    Between my weight loss and dizziness, my husband and doctors were... alarmed. I had to have blood draws for lab work numerous times. I continued having terrible dizzy spells.

    The results of my lab work showed that my body was in the very beginning stages of starvation.  Just the very beginning, I told myself.  How bad  could that be?

    And then there was an emergency room visit.  And then another one.  Both related to heart issues.  Racing pulse, palpitations, etc.

    During emergency room visit number two, I remember looking at my husband - and seeing fear.  He was afraid for me. 

    When I got home, I looked around.  My son was working on homework.  My step-daughter was talking to her boyfriend on the phone.  My kids had no idea what was happening to me.  What if my step-daughter thought that what I was doing was a normal way to go on a diet?  What if my son had to suffer the loss of a mother- the same way I had? 

    So, I tried and tried to begin eating more.  I just  could  not do it.  Finally, while I still couldn't name the problem out loud, I did realize that I needed help.

    This year, on the date of the tenth anniversary of my mother's death - I was not living at home.  Instead, I was living in an inpatient eating disorder clinic.  I went through what is known as re-feeding (reintroducing the digestive system to normal amounts of food).  The process was difficult both physically and emotionally.  I was inpatient for two weeks.  And then, my health insurance decided it would no longer cover the cost of the program - because I was not meeting the clinical description of a person with Anorexia.  Very simply, as far as they were concerned, I weighed too much to qualify for any additional inpatient treatment.

    I'm back home now.  I'm glad.  I hate being away from my kids and husband.  I am still struggling with eating, so I am participating in a day treatment program, to continue the work I started inpatient. 

    I have learned a lot about myself and the fact that the healing process is sometimes scary.  Two things stick out:

    1.  Don't try to stop a train in its tracks.  Getting run down is no fun.

    2.  I need to tell the truth about what happened when I was a little girl, because telling the truth is often the first step in untangling the memories and shame.

    I need to tell the truth.  I have an eating disorder, and right now - that is my truth.


    Friday, February 17, 2012

    The Passionate One





    Passion is the genesis of genius.
    - Anthony Robbins


    The truth is, my son has been gifted with musical creativity that is far beyond my own.  My musical ability is null and void.  I cannot keep a tune.  I cannot read music and I play no instruments.  My father is more talented in the music area.  He whistles in tune, he can play a mean harmonica, and when I was young he played the banjo for a while - that was fun.

    I am more like my mother who couldn't keep the beat or fathom harmony. 

    Perhaps my son takes after his grandfather,or maybe his own father.  My son's father can sing a few bars of a popular song and immediately you know which one he's talking about.  He can keep the beat without missing a step.  When he was in high school, in his bedroom, he had a DJ table with multiple turntables.

    My son RJ, it turns out - can keep a tune, write, and rap.  When he first  started to show an interest in the hip hop / rap music scene a few years ago, I thought this was going to be a passing phase. 

    Then, around the time he turned thirteen, my husband I were listening to one of his songs, and my husband turned to me and said "He must be copying this from somewhere, how could he do this on his own?"  But me?  I knew immediately that we were listening to lyrics that were written by my son.  You know why?  Because his passion came through.

    Soon, his interest and skills began to grow, considerably.  Here is a recent song he recorded -  he wrote the lyrics and he performs the rap:



    When I was in my late teens and early twenties, this is exactly the kind of music I listened to.  Not anymore though.  It's just not my favorite genre.

    But, I could listen to this boy's music all day long.  Maybe, because it resembles old school hip hop, and is less like modern day gangster rap. He is particularly talented in creating songs that mix old school and contemporary styles.  This one reminds me of rap music that was popular in the mid to late 1980s:

    [Profanity warning: This song includes the words B**tches, and G** D*mn.]



    If you want to hear him performing when he was 13 years old, check this one out:

    [Profanity warning, the word Sh*t is in this rap, once]




    In terms of commercial success, RJ has a few strikes against him.  He is a white boy from the suburbs.  We don't live in a community that, at present, has any local venues for performing this type of music.  No hip hop open mikes.  No significant community for rap music.  Don't get me wrong,  at least one successful rap artist hails from Pleasanton, California - Cam Cam.  But even Cam Cam moved to Oakland, California for a few years and was closer to an entrenched rap music community. 

    Next, RJ often layers his rapping over existing popular songs.  However, for close to a year he has been working with rap producer Tone Capone, who is teaching RJ how to create his own beats with the best equipment available. RJ is getting there.

    Then again, the image and backgrounds of rap artists is evolving.  If Justin Beiber can do it, then surely my son can.  Plus, my son refuses to let his circumstances impact his passion, and if that doesn't take courage, I don't  know what does. 

    Gorg Brandes says that "Being gifted needs courage."  What more could any parent ask for, than to see their child courageously follow their passion?

    I'm one proud Mama.






    If you want to see hear more of my son's music:

    His YouTube page is here.

    His ReverbNation page is here.

    and I know RJ'd be happy if you joined his Facebook fan page, here.

    Thursday, February 16, 2012

    My Favorite Prelude



    The truth is, I have trouble with favorites.  I don't have a favorite food.  There are too many colors in the world for me to choose one over all the others.  I certainly don't have a favorite song, or even a favorite music genre.  And books... I could never choose a favorite book.  But movies?  That's something different altogether. 

    In general, I like chick flicks.  I'm not ashamed to admit it.  Formulaic as they are, I'll pick a chick flick over other genres, any day.  Horror films disturb me.  Science fiction usually bores me.  Comedies can be fun, but often they bore me as well.  And none of the latter genres leave me feeling exhilarated the way that the typical chick flick does.

    Chick flicks nearly always follow the same basic storylines.

    First:

    1.  A couple is together but breaks up.
    2.  A couple does not know each other, but fate intervenes and they find each other.
    3.  After a couple breaks up, one of two things happen - they realize they are truly in love and by movie's end, they reconcile. Or, they realize that someone else is this their true love, and they end up with that person by movie's end.

    Next:

    1.   One (or both) of the main protagonists in the story does something to hurt the other one.  The one who is hurt decides to leave the relationship.

    And then, one of two things happens:

    1.  The person who was hurt forgives the one who did the hurting, because the hurt person realizes that this is true love, after all.

    2.  The person who caused the hurt returns, asks for forgiving, because they realize that this is true love, after all.

    Finally:

    1.  They live happily ever after.

    And there you have it.  Voila.  The perfect chick flick romance.  I love the way messy love is cleaned up and tied together with a nice little bow.  That true love wins out every time.

    I particularly love movies that add a bit of complexity to the story.  Among my favorites:  Dear John, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, What Dreams May Come, and more recently -  The Vow.  And of course, one of my all time favorites - When Harry Met Sally.

    Complexity or not, for all these films, the basic storylines remain.

    As for When Harry Met Sally, I can even identify my favorite quote.  The line falls squarely into the following category:  "The person who caused the hurt returns, asks for forgiving, because they realize that this is true love, after all."

    This is the quote:

    Harry Burns -  "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

    Sweet, eh? 

    All of the above being said - I do have an absolute favorite film. It's a quirky film that is twenty years old.  When it came out in video, I watched it on my VCR over and over again. (Remember VCRs?) I couldn't get enough of this movie.  In fact, I should see if I can find a DVD version, so that I can watch again.  And, again.  The movie is titled: Prelude to a Kiss




    Like When Harry Met Sally, the film stars Meg Ryan.  She plays Rita.  Her love interest is a young Alec Baldwin (Peter), and perhaps the true gem of the movie, a lessor known actor - Sydney Walker - as the "old man".  While there is a lot of back story - I will set that aside for now, and get right to the meat of the film: 

    While Rita and Peter are on their honeymoon, an old man approaches Rita and asks if he can get a quick kiss from the bride.  She agrees, and the kiss ensues.  Quick as the kiss is - something extraordinary happens,  The spirits and personalities of the old man and  and Rita switch place.  Suddenly, Rita has the personality, memories and new thoughts of a seventy year old man, and the seventy year old man has the personality, memories and thoughts of a newly married young woman.

    The true treasure of the film lies in the eloquence of the relationship that occurs when the old man finds Peter, and convinces Peter that he (the old man) is actually Rita.  The masterful way that the movie handles the conflict in the storyline is both lovely and poignant. Peter and Rita face the reality that they still love each other, despite the seemingly insurmountable fact that Rita's changed from a young woman into seventy year old man.  There is a great deal of tenderness in the presentation of the love that remains between Peter and Rita, Rita's physical changes not withstanding.

    The conclusion of the film is satisfying.  But for me, it was not the end that stuck with me.  It was this amazing story of the strength and bonds of true love.   And, that insurmountable odds do not break those bonds of love.  It's a powerful message told in a non-traditional way.  Like most films, the movie received mixed reviews, but one of my favorite reviews was written by Roger Ebert:

    " ...The film is fairly hard to categorize, which is one of its strengths . . . Of the dialogue, I'll say how unusual it is for Hollywood characters to talk longingly and thoughtfully about our search for happiness in this world... Prelude to a Kiss is the kind of movie that can inspire long conversations about the only subject really worth talking about, the Meaning of It All . . . The emotional heart of the movie belongs to the old guy, Walker, a New York stage actor who got his first starring role at 71. He is wonderful here. He begins as a block of human wood, an old man who looks as if he has not one single thing to say, and then he develops eloquently into a person of poetry and longing. He is, in many of his scenes, literally playing a woman in her 20s. How he does it - how he gets away with it - is through not just craft, but heart."

    I love this film, and imagine I always will.  Even as I segue from a middle aged woman into a woman of seventy, and beyond.

    ~  ~ ~

    This post was inspired by
    the weekly meme found here:
    The topic today:

    What’s the most romantic movie you’ve seen so far?

    Have a great Thursday, everyone.  Hope you all see some fabulous and fun movies soon!

    Friday, February 10, 2012

    Returning




    The smell of grass wet with dew.  
    The sight of wildflowers means that I,
    wet and wild too
    I am returning to life.


    Jagged edges, a million mistakes. 
    I make lemonade and sugary sweet cakes.


    I take a bite, a tiny nibble. 
    Sweet and sour, the rush of the ocean,
    the beautiful blue of tear filed lakes.

    Instead of running, I learn to just be.

    A breath, a beat, in the blink of an eye,
    I return to me.

    Perfection won’t draw me,
    but an imperfect body and soul create a lovely portrait,
    painted with acrylics blended on the edge of a knife.

    I am returning to life.


    Returning is a poem I wrote a few years ago.  I thought I would share it now.