I started following this blog just a couple of weeks ago thanks to blog surfing and finding her “Curl Down Vlog.” It got me hooked because she posts about everything from her hair curling techniques to her faith in God to the physical fitness company (FitLab) that she and her husband are opening. I just liked the variety and it was refreshing to read about her passion for other things in life that had nothing to do with Infertility.
Then she wrote the post I linked you to above. I honestly hadn’t read her back story and had no idea she was a fellow Infertile. It saddened me to realize that yet another person I’ve found myself connected to also struggles with this… then I realized that I had something to learn from her as well. She hasn’t given up on her dream of a child, but she’s also decided to live in the here and now. To work on her job, her happiness, her marriage, her health… all of it, with or without a child, and that’s a powerful decision to make.
For me, Infertility and bulimia have become strongly related abusive relationships within myself. The PCOS, the fertility meds… everything conspires against me it seems, and weight ends up being a constant struggle thanks to the hormonal fluctuations. Then, I can’t control the Infertility, so I want to control the weight, but the emotional roller coaster leads me to make bad decisions after good decisions and back again…
Why can’t I stop this roller coaster?
I go through phases where all I can think about is how to conceive, what I can do to try to achieve that goal, what I could change about my life to make it happen. I eat (almost) perfectly, I exercise daily, I cut back on drinking – I try to make myself the perfect vessel for a pregnancy. That’s how I managed to lose 20# this past year the healthy way. I got to the point that I just wanted to lose 10# more, and I started through the phase where I try to remind myself to breathe and enjoy the journey. To not stress out that it hadn’t happened yet. I try to take a step back, relax, and focus on other things. Sadly, sometimes that falters into me throwing caution to the wind. Drinking too much. Eating too much. Not exercising enough. Pretending that I don’t care when or if I get pregnant. Then I freak out, and BAM…at least 5# are back, and I repeat the cycle.
For me, food was never an issue until I hit 21. Since then, I think it will always be an issue in the background of my life. I honestly have plenty of months where I’m fine… but then there’s always a freak out moment where I decide to control everything and get myself back on track…. and for the most part it works and I get on the healthy train again. There there’s the other side of “for the most part.” The side where I can easily drop back into destructive bulimic type thought processes. It’s scary to me how easy that is to do – and I really don’t want that to be something I struggle with for my whole life or that a daughter of my own might struggle with some day.
Infertility is in its essence an abusive relationship that I am a part of, and it has changed me in ways that I never thought possible.
It has given me empathy that I never knew existed.
It will forever make me more cautious about asking an incredibly personal question like “when are you going to have kids?”
It has caused me to feel like my body has failed me. That I’ve failed my husband.
It has allowed me to reach out to others and realize that I’m not the only one to feel like this. That hurts, but that helps.
It has allowed me to realize that my husband loves me for me, not for the possible children I could bear him.
It has allowed me to realize that things won’t always happen on my own terms & timelines.
It has caused me to curse God, to cry to God, and to ultimately, have a renewed faith in God.
It has caused awful tension in my marriage, but it has allowed us to work through some incredibly tough emotions together and come out stronger on the other side.
My hope is to achieve the same with my eating. To come out stronger on the other side. To be a better person because of it. To be more mindful of my emotions and how I’m dealing with them. To have faith that I am strong enough to make it through. To lean on my husband for support when he offers it (like he did this morning) – even if I’m not in the right frame of mind to want it or accept it at that point.
Today I bought my first 2011 calendar. It’s made by fellow Bloggers, and all proceeds will be donated to the National Eating Disorder Association.
The blogging community has done so much for me this past year, and I’m so excited to be supporting a project like this – put together by fellow bloggers who all care, even when they don’t have to.
Check it out! The Blogger Body Calendar – 2011
In the meantime, I’m going to work on getting back to the “Moderation in All Things” mantra that my Mom is always preaching to me and work on getting out of these abusive relationships, once and for all.