I think I might need some Doper immoral support.
Why would I engage in behavior simply for self-destructive reasons? Is there a purpose to doing something that’s not even really enjoyable, just for the “joy” of wrecking your health?
I’ve been smoking. I just stepped away from my desk and went out to have a cigarette. I hate them. They stink, and now I stink. They make me cough, make me pretty high for a few minutes, and then make me shake. I’ve been smoking maybe 5 a day. I’m not even convinced that I’m addicted to them…I don’t believe I’ve smoked enough to have built up the receptors necessary. My body’s not screaming for nicotine, I’m not “used to them” (in the sense that they’re still making me high), and if I’m in a situation in which I can’t have them they don’t even cross my mind.
“So quit!” you say, in your sane, rational way. Yes, exactly what I am thinking. Why would a (moderately) intelligent, healthy woman knowingly do this.
But wait, it gets worse! Last night I ate ice cream until I threw up. I’m sure Dopers are sick of hearing about it…because it’s a big part of my life, I bring it up frequently. But I’ve had a gastric bypass. So too much sugar and/or fat can make me ill. I know this. The best way to avoid puking (and the diarrhea I now have) is, you know, not to eat stuff that makes me puke. It wasn’t even GOOD ice cream, just some cheap crappy vanilla stuff. I ate part of a muffin yesterday too. I love exercise and I haven’t done that for five weeks either.
Oh, and I drank coffee until I was shaking.
What is WRONG with me? This morning I suddenly realized that I feel TERRIBLE. I’m sluggish and completely lack the energy I usually have. I’m coughing, I have the aforementioned diarrhea from all the stimulants and crappy food in my body. And I want to mention again that none of this has been enjoyable. I do not LIKE standing outside in the bitter cold, sucking in cancer fumes, feeling dizzy for a few minutes, and then running to the bathroom to get sick.
I’m more of a “stop behaving badly and straighten up” person than a “get a therapist and talk about it for hours a week” person. But I am really starting to wonder why I would do this. Obviously, I had such a bad food problem at one point that I decided to risk my life to fix it, so self-destructive behavior isn’t new for me. I clearly need something to be obsessive over, so I think I need to be obsessive over taking CARE of myself. I’m sure you guys have some advice on how to do that. It would be a RELIEF to do so.
Should I staple a note to my forhead, indicating that I’m worthy of taking care of that only an idiot purposely makes themselves feel like complete shite?