Quote from: Tristyn on July 06, 2016, 07:10:55 PM
Does anyone see the correlation here? When I get really depressed, and often I do, I want to eat alot more unhealthy foods (burgers, pizza, fries, hot dogs, e.t.c.) than usual as if to bring some comfort and then I get the urge to force myself to puke it up and I don't even know why. My mom did it, so maybe I unconsciously wanna be just like her like my dad always tells me over and over and over and over and over. I think it has to do with the fact that I am abnormally afraid of getting overweight again like I did when I intentionally presented myself as female in the past (which I have recurrent nightmares about returning to one day).
I also think it has to do with me wanting to have a heart attack. Not sure but I plan to really do this in a bit once my step mom buys me some food this evening. I am so miserable that I cannot even concentrate on my seminar and need some kind of relief. I wish there were an alternative. But there isn't. Really. I have tried numerous times to call Trans Lifeline; no answer, as usual. Am I the only one dealing with this? I really don't know. The more dysphoric I get, the more I want to eat, the more I wanna puke, the more I want to die.
They are called "Comfort Foods" for a reason.
Some reasons are more perverse then others. I am a former fatty. By some odd reason I started packing on the pounds as a kid not long after mom told me in no uncertain terms boys do not wear skirts or dresses. Me and my body has had a hate-hate relationship for a long long time.
Near the end of uni, thanks to a major illness I had dropped 50 or so lbs. The following summer with hard work out in the sun I dropped another 50. So I was well in the normal range but still hated my body, and being in it.
Seven years ago I needed to take the trans beast on for real. During the preceding 3 months I had packed on 30 lbs. I was a few tick marks away from topping 200lbs, a territory I swore NEVER to be in again. What got me to realize the root cause was being more depressed over not being able to fit into my female wardrobe if I wanted to.
I came a long way since then. I now have a body I am happy to be in. Not perfect but far better

, I can even look in mirrors now. Due to many compromises as I seek balance in my life I need to live and present primarily as male. During the early years I had many what am I doing meltdowns, these days few.
I know when the dysphoria is peaking is when the binge eating, and drinking, starts to ramp up. It doesn't take much more then a deep lung full of air passing a bakery for me to gain 2-3 lbs. Going off my regimented feed shows up fast during my daily weigh ins. I tend to think it is a sub-conscious means of derailing my progress and the 'Old Me' wanting to drag me back into that lifeless soulless abyss I lived in.
If I once again hate being me, hate living inside my body, then the bigger questions about life and a future no longer matter. I'm just that lifeless, soulless 'Thing' once again that existed only to do "What is expected". No hopes, no wishes, no dreams. They only cause pain in the end