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June 3, 2006, 8:38 am PDT
What can I do?
Quote From: heavyangelThis show absolutely terrified me, yet I saw myself..my future, my worst fears, in these people. I amdesperately seeking people who understand..I do not know how to find a way out of this nighmare. I am 33, single from Virginia, female, & am desperate. I am small bones, 5'5" & right now 334lbs. I have fouhgt obesity since I was a child, except for a brief period in college where I was hospitalized after starving myself down to under 100lbs. I was also bulimic then, but underneath it all, I have been a severe food addict all alomg. It has gotten worse..I am eating from the time I wake up until I go to bed, & having 4-5 sandwiches in the middle of the night is not uncommon. I am eating probably in one day what most people eat in 3-4 days. Ive tried every program, plan, pill, even switching to "healthy" food, but the comopulsion always wins in the end. Its like I truly live to eat, & feel like I am suffocating in my own fat. I carry a LOT of weight in my belly, & the top part is so distended & round I look pregnant with twins. My belly "apron," has gotten so heavy that it is hanging halfway down my thighs & slaps against them when I walk. I am huge, & just getting fattter all the time. But yet, even seeing myself continue to expand, I keep shoveling the food in. Mobility is decreasing rapidly..I am always out of breath, cabnnot bend over unless I spread my legs far apart to allow my belly to hang between them, & have terrible back, knee, & foot pain, as well as arthritis already. I feel so very alone- everywhere I go I am the fattest. I work full time - my boss even had to get me a wide armless chair becaue chairs with arms are out, as are booths, etc. I need a seatbelty extender even in my car. I have a history oif anxiety & depression, & have spent years in counseling dealing with my "issues," ranging from abandonment, to rejection, to sexual abuse, an alcoholic parent, & the death of my father when I ws little. I felt as if I had worked thorugh it all. I take meds for depression & anxiety, but lately all I want to do is lay in bed ( mainly to get the pressure of this belly off my back) propped up on pillows, watching tv & shoveling in the food. I cry all the time too it seems. Walking is getting so hard that I try to avoid even moving. Clothes dont fit unless I order them. And even though I know all of this, & see it getting worse, again, I keep right on eating. I am so totally out of control that it scares me. I dont want to die. I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, & am now borderline diabetic. My breathing is horrible. I am terrified I am going to die from being so obese, & this is not how I had imagined my life at 33. Im scared, very alone, & very scared. The depression itself is overwhelming, so I eat more, get fatter, & it starts all over again. An average breakfast is something like 4-5 egg mcmuffins, 4-5 hashbrowns, then 6 jelly donuts from 7-11, a few cheese danishes & cnady bars. Then morning snacks at my desk can be anythig from a box of twinkies & a big bag of doritos to more donuts, candy, etc. I eat the same way all day long, & stopping at several drive thru's, eating meals at each then going home to order pizza or something is not uncommon for me. My own mother doesnt even want to be ariound me - she says I disgust her, & is she had known her kid would be an elephant she wouldnt have even had me. That hurts so bad. I dont want to be seen as a circus freak. I want to be treated like a human, not stared at & pointed at. My waist, or where it should be, is somewhere around 72" now. My insurance wont cover gastric bypass, & my doctor says I am at huge risk for a heart attack. Walking 20 feet about kills me, because with this belly swinging & out so far I feel like I simply follow behind it. I lose my beath, start to hurt terribly, & sometimes even have a difficult time with balance. Life like this - revolving around food - is a nightmare, but I dont see any way out or any "light at the edn of the tunnel." I am so scared. My doctor says I need to lose about 215lbs, but right now I'd be happy to even get 50lbs of this fat off of my body. But instead, I just keep letting more & more pile on. Is there any way out of this hell? Please please, if anyone is, or has been where I am, please let me hear from you. I would love some friends who understand how this feels, because I feel so alone that lately I even wonder if I want to live if I have to live for food & in a body so enormous. Anyone out there?????
Thanks so much,
Angel Hi Angel. I do understand your situation to a point. However, I am hoping maybe you can give me some advice. My husband is in your position. The unbelievable weight, the pain, the loss of breath, etc, but he blames me. He says he can't do this alone. But I don't know how to help him. What can a person do to make you motivated or whatever to do something for yourself. Right now he thinks I hate him and some days I do. We've been married 22 years and I have never once said one word about his weight. I try to help him however I can but when it got to the point that I have to put his socks and shoes on (as you say, special order-and they don't even fit anymore) I got frustrated with him. That started about 3 years ago and now he is completely disabled, mainly because of the fat. He doesn't have high blood pressure or anything else that you would expect for someone his size-approximately 600 lbs. now. His family half-way blames me and tells me to take all the food out of the house. That seems cruel, not to mention we have a 6-year-old daughter that needs to eat. So that is unfeasable. I've changed to healthy cooking and keep fruit and such for snacks all the time. He asks for certain things (healthy) but them won't eat them when I have it here. I'm tired of wasting money on things that go in the trash because he won't eat what he asks for. It's a terrible game we're playing and he has 6 more years to live at this rate, according to the doctor. I've had to quit my job and started cleaning houses to make money and still be home to take care of him as much as possible. At what point is he going to take responsibily? I am sick to death of fat. He is very depressed, of course, and embarrased to try to get help outside of home. I've tried to get him on here to talk to some of you in the same situation but he won't because he types slow. I've given him phone numbers and web sites for all kinds of help and support groups. He won't even try. Last night he sat crying saying he can't do this alone. Well, I can't do it for him. Can you tell me some things that would motivate you? What could your family and friends do that would make you want to lose the weight and get better? Is there anything or is it just up to him to decide he's ready to do it? I've looked for weight loss buddies in our town and haven't found him one yet. Has your doctor suggested any excersizes for you? He says a program might help. Something easy that will get him moving at least a little bit. He can't hardly walk to the bathroom now without feeling like he is going to fall from the weakness. He doesn't eat anywhere near what you do but still gains. I try not to be hateful but I don't want our daughter to think it's OK to be like him. Yet, I want her to know and love him as a dad, not as someone she has to worry about or take care of. If I'm working he thinks it's her job to take care of him and I don't like that. How do I make him see what he's doing to the whole family, not just himself? I would love to find the answers to what I can do for him but ......I don't know where to start. Last night at midnight I woke up to the smell of him cooking bacon and eggs-talk about mad! He doesn't eat much during the day but at night he does. I don't understand -- I hear him up and around at night but come morning he acts like he didn't do anything. The dishes are still in the front room and pans on the stove. Does he really think I don't see that? Do you think he really doesn't care if he dies? Maybe that's it. Now 9 hours later, he is in there again cooking bacon and eggs. There are all kinds of healthy choices he could have had. I buy some things because at 6 my daughter doesn't understand why she can't have things just because daddy shouldn't. And I think she's right. Me, too. I am under 90 lbs. and need to eat more. However looking at him makes me want to never eat again. Now I know that's the wrong attitude but it's the way I feel. I have done everything I know to do and nothing works.
So can you give me some advice? You aren't near as big as him but still seem to be in the same boat. What would make you want to help yourself? Is it anything someone else can do or say? Or is it just up to you? You say you wonder if you even want to be alive. Daily he says he just wants to kill himself. I am at the point of buying a gun and giving it to him. If we don't mean more than food why should we stay with him? Maybe that's it...priorities...food is more important than us or himself? Anyway, if you would like to chat more I check these boards several times a day looking for some help. If there's anything I can do for you, say it. You came here for help and I doubt I did that. Sorry but maybe we can work together and get you and him healthy. You have got to do it for yourself. Can't you see that you're worth it? Can't he see? Why not? Please reply. I need advice from your side of things. Thanks. Hope to hear from you soon.
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