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An Honest Bulimic-Anorexic

©Shers Gallagher 2015 (updated)

I've read about all the health problems one can receive having an eating disorder, one of the many addictions of an OCD type personality. Some say this disorder is genetic, others claim it's a social dilemma of a modern age with strained values. Whatever it is, the long-term effects of bulimia / anorexia are alarming and frightening enough to alert one to take care of and deal with the problem rather than ignore it and the hidden shame and embarrassment to its sufferer.

After reading a medical professor’s blog regarding bulimia/anorexia, I thought it courageous of her to admit she has this problem as well as disclose her acute awareness of being an overachiever, a highly skilled and degreed individual with a vast accumulation of experience who has accomplished so much but values her life so little. 

Honestly, I believe that there is no key to overcoming bulimia/anorexia but feel the disorder should be faced head-on and dealt with on a daily basis.

Binging usually occurs when one turns to 'feel good' food to fill a void but seems to be lacking an 'on/off switch'. Some say this comes from too much dieting early on, having a 'yo-yo' experience with diet and nutrition rather than establishing a healthy monitor. Personal counselling may be beneficial. Then again, I never found therapy helpful, myself. In my experience, I've come to the conclusion that we only get better or worse with personal determination, keeping everything in balance with a developed sense of maintenance, as we never really fool anybody more than we fool ourselves. I'm specifically addressing eating disorders here, but these thoughts can be applied to any OCD behavior that we struggle with. 
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