This weekend will mark six months since I moved. The time seems to have flown, but at the same time, it feels like I’ve lived here much longer.

I’m making progress of making my unit a home, and trying to figure out how to feel safe and secure. It doesn’t help that I made the mistake of letting someone in (a friend who was struggling with a depressive episode, and wanted someone to talk to) about 6 weeks ago, and they ended up hurting me. I haven’t told my psychologist or GP about it, but my support workers know. Talking about it just seems pointless. Talking about it never helps. I spent the first couple of weeks afterwards staying at mum’s every other night, just because I didn’t want to be alone and stuck in my head. I barely ate unless I was at mum’s place for the first month or so, but now it’s starting to even back out into a more regular restriction.

There are also a lot of C-PTSD traumaversaries at this time of year, so it’s all just piled on. I put a note on my fridge, for the first time ever, which reinforces why I need to get this weight off, that says;


It’s funny how people assume that everyone wants to lose weight to look better, or that EDs are about vanity. But for me, it’s always been the opposite. My driving force is the need to be unattractive, even repulsive. The only time I’m ever happy with how I look, is when others aren’t.

It all seems futile though. The same force also drives me to drink more, which makes it all counterproductive. Although I managed to stop in the alcohol weight gain last year, it’s taking forever to come off. At least two thirds of my calories come from booze, and basically any deficit comes from exercising, and since I’ve gotten back on track with my meds, some days I just don’t have the energy to get on the bike. And I know that sounds like an excuse, but some days my medication makes me whole body tired. That said, a lot of the time, I will exercise while drinking, whether on the bike or the step. I’ve exercised while drinking for years, but now it feels like a necessity whenever I drink.

That said, I am doing really well with my medication. I haven’t overdosed since I moved. Sometimes I’ll take a few more PRNs in a day to zombify myself, but not taking weeks’ worth of medication and passing out for days like I used to. My GP has finally agreed to take me off Webster packs (those blister packs where my morning, afternoon and night meds are all separated into individual doses for the week), and start transitioning to just picking up whole prescriptions like a normal person.

I’m not saying it’ll never happen again. It’s been one of my coping mechanisms for 15 years now, since I was 12, and it’s not going to just disappear. But it’s not happening multiple times a week like it was a year ago.

I’m having more days off drinking, but still short of my current goal of two dry days per week. Some weeks I get there, some I don’t. I wish I could say I was motivated for health reasons, but really, it’s mostly the calories. Even one day’s worth of drinking calories could equal 0.2kg/0.5lb on the scales. I wish that were enough to go cold turkey, but the withdrawals just become too much, even with extra medication. And sometimes I just need the escape so badly. I’ve thought about going to treatment, but I can’t leave Misty. After losing Billy two weeks after I initially became homeless and went into Supported Residential, I’m scared that if I go away, something bad is going to happen and I might never see her again.

Fun Fact: After totaling everything up from last year, I consumed a total of 305,645 calories in alcohol (99% of which are low calorie/sugar/fat, like vodka and dry wine, with the 1% being the occasional sugary cider).  That’s 39.7kg, or 87.3lbs, worth of calories. kill me I’m relieved I more-or-less maintained my weight last year, but it really hits hard the extent of the alcohol calories I consume.

I’ve started DBT with my psychologist. It’s been on the to-do list for quite some time, but things have been so chaotic over the past couple of years, it just hasn’t been a priority. Most of it just seems logical, but now that we’re edging towards the whole ‘changing behaviour’ side of things, I’m panicking a little. I know what triggers my negative behaviours, and I know what happens because of it, but figuring out how to stop them makes my brain want to explode.

I was planning to just update on life in general, but it seems to be a mess of the links between trauma and weight and drinking, although that does pretty much describe my life at the moment. So, to lighten the mood – pictures!


We never used to get trick or treaters back at home (Australia, etc), 

but my new neighbourhood was swarming with them! 

I was completely unprepared, but after seeing all the kids in costumes walking by outside my window, I sat on my porch having drinks, handing out whatever goodies I could find in my cupboard

 (sorry to the kids who got Fibre One Brownies and snack packs of rice crackers!). 

The lady in the unit next to me, who I’d never met before, actually raided her pantry and gave me a heap of Freddo Frogs to hand out.

First body check in new home, with and without jacket

The beauty of having my normal dishware back after a year (especially the tiny dishes)

– 22g taco shells (103 cal)

– 50g chicken breast, cooked in mexican seasoning and water (68 cal)

– 10g low-fat cheddar cheese (31 cal)
– 30g salsa (9 cal)
– 150g lettuce (21 cal)

From the same lovely neighbour who saved Halloween. I always thought that neighbours randomly bringing over cakes etc. was just something that happened in movies!

(Although lovely neighbour has just moved out. Boo.)



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