Saturday, April 6, 2013

The Funky Stuff

Both mentally and physically, I've been feeling pretty rough lately. Actually, I'm lying. I'm a hot mess.  



Mentally, I've been cycling through periods of deep, dark, can't-get-out-of-bed depression and what I can only describe as hypomania. I'm definitely not full-on manic, thankfully. And honestly, hypomania feels pretty good. I just came out of a particularly rough depressive episode that brought serious physical symptoms along with it. I felt like I had been run over by a semi. But, about a week ago, I instantly felt better. Instantly. This has been a recurring theme and has definitely become my new normal pattern. 

When I'm down, everything goes to hell: my eating, my purging, my thought process, my self-esteem, my level of functioning, exercising, housework, etc. When I'm up, the world is my oyster; I am ON it. I'm back on my clean-eating/health/fitness mission, with a vengeance. I have phenomenal ideas for the future. My house is immaculate. I'm motivated, upbeat, personable, productive, more responsible, connected, present, and positive. I'm like a "normal", happy person. But, it's not going to last. And that's not just me being Negative Nancy, it's just how it is. So, for now I just enjoy the feeling of being normal while I can and take advantage of actually being able to accomplish things. I'm seeing a new psychiatrist next week, one who actually used to do pre-op evaluations for my bariatric surgeon's team, and I've also started seeing the surgeon's food addiction/eating disorder therapist. We'll see where this leads.

Physically, I've always had some odd/funky stuff going on, but nothing that I ever really thought much of. In fact, I thought most of it was pretty normal. I've always had "weird" vision. Not poor vision at all, but odd: clusters of floaters that look like ghost orbs in photographs or dust particles in a sunbeam, wavy vision that's like an aura without migraine pain, seeing colors. Dizziness, the occasional racing heart, a "black out" when I stand up too quickly. I was a fainter when I was younger and I've always been really clumsy and accident-prone. No biggie, right?

Lately, the balance and coordination issues have been really bad, to the point of doing the drunk stumble when I haven't been drinking. I'm constantly running into things and the acid trip vision and floaters are there all the time. I'm a little confused sometimes and my short term memory is basically nonexistent. The baby daddy is quite concerned and has been telling me I need a neurologist and an MRI of my brain for years. I've always taken it as a joke, hardy har har, but it might not be a bad idea.

My primary drew labs, referred me to neurology, and sent me for a stat appointment with an ophthalmologist last week. Vision is perfect, minus a few floaters, but not the kind I described to him. The labs are perfect. I saw my surgeon's M.D. dietitian on Tuesday, the one I initially told about the ED stuff last summer. She was really concerned about vitamin deficiency, particularly thiamine and Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome. But, the eight tubes of blood they took from me paints quite the rosy picture of health. She says my labs are probably the best of any of her patients, that I'm absorbing well, and that my B-12 and B-1 levels are actually high, meaning I can take my B-complex and sublingual B-12 every other day. So, she says we can rest assured that my symptoms aren't related to nutritional status. Hmm... 

Now I wait for neuro to call to schedule and hope that everything is ok in that aspect. I can't imagine anything truly being wrong with me. She did mention that she thought I should go back to treatment, but I think I convinced her that the new team should be a big help and that I'm really trying to get my shit together. I don't have time for that, even though it was a great program and I was doing pretty well while there. I'm really hoping that it's all just a medication issue that can be resolved with a little tweaking.

Cross your fingers for me, please!




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Fear of Failure

I honestly believe that a bit of fear can be a healthy motivator. But, at what point does that fear become a problem?  At what point does the fear invade all your thoughts, take over your rational thought process, and become the norm? I just might be at, or at least rapidly approaching, that point.

My clean eating lifestyle experiment is going really well. I might be more than a bit obsessive, but I feel great and I've dropped another five pounds. I've hit the gym hard and am lifting the "heavy weights", so I like to tell myself that I'd be down a few more pounds but that I'm building solid muscle. (In case you haven't noticed, I like to "tell myself" things quite a bit. I have this amazing/terrible ability to rationalize just about anything. Ask yourself, "WWVD? What would Vera do?" With my irrational ability to rationalize, you can essentially do whatever you want. It's both a blessing and a curse, but mainly a curse. Oops.)

Even with my new healthy habits becoming a lifestyle rather than a diet, I still let the fear of fat and failure drive me to freak out, follow "my rules" too well, binge, purge, hate myself, and do it all over again. I am terrified not only of being fat again, but also of still being fat. I'm scared that I've gone through all this, worked so hard, and that this is as thin as I'll get. I can't consider myself a true success if I'm still fat after gastric bypass. If I'm still fat, just over 180 pounds, how can I not be a failure? I hear everyone ooh and ahh over my "success", but I'm afraid that it's not permanent, that I'm destined to fail...again.

What...is...wrong...with...me? 

At least I've been honest about it, I guess. That should count for something, right? Baby Daddy knows my MO, but I don't think he really knows what to do with me. And honestly, what COULD he really do? So, I just try to do the best I can and not beat myself up because that never gets me anywhere but right back to the beginning of the cycle. 

What do you fear? Does it drive you in a good direction or toward the dark side? I'd love to hear how you deal with it, especially if you know how to beat it. Drop me a line in the comments or at bypassingbulimia@gmail.com and let me know if you have any secret super powers!