In my teens I ruined my teeth (or weakened them like crazy) with bulimia. In my early 20’s I starved myself relentlessly.
In my 30’s and 40’s I picked up emotional eating like it was this amazing new best friend.
It was quite easy to convince myself that I was mentally doing BETTER, because I was eating enough. I wasn’t purging.
I found out Vyvanse is prescribed now for binge eating disorder. I went to my doctor and poured my heart out. I cried. I told the embarrassing truth.
I’m now diagnosed with Binge Eating Disorder.
It’s a real blow to the ego. I know anorexia should be to, but let’s face facts. Anorexia is kind of trendy. It’s something the celebrities have. This just feels like I’m out of control, and I’m working on being a fat chick.
At 4’11 and 145 pounds, my BMI is touching obesity.
My goal is 105…sounds small, but it’s healthy for my height.
Not long ago I was 115… Binge eating is a bitch.
My insurance requires an authorization for Vyvanse. It was denied saying I had to try Zoloft.
Zoloft gave me a rash,, caused a stutter, gave me sweats, and made my life hell.
So, my doctor said they sent a new request to the insurance. With the holiday, I’m looking at Thursday as a possibility to hear anything.
I’m still obsessed with Fitness. I ❤️ working out. I follow Fitness professionals. I just needed to admit I needed extra support, at least for now.