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Keeping your mind and body in check - popular topics in health and medicine to maintain a long and healthy life.
Living with an Eating Disorder
I'm 38 years old and live with an eating disorder. I weigh 105 at 5"6 and wear a size 1 in pants that, even after wearing them all day, they will sag. I can goes days without eating and not think twice about it. I start noticing the effects only by the fatigue and body cramps. My heart races at times for no reason. When I feel those symptoms I binge eat for a couple of weeks, maybe even a month and a half. It's like my brain rewired itself systematically. I know it's all part of the disorder. I have never weighed more than 115 and I don't even know when I have fallen off track until I start feeling the symptoms. How long will I keep going like this? Will it last forever? I read about cases all the time where they won the battle and became healthy.
By Travis sandifer9 years ago in Longevity
Better Dead Than Fat
As I was growing up, a fat little girl in a family of fat, short women, I always had the feeling that someone was missing. Someone who was supposed to be there and wasn't. I was surrounded by uncles, great uncles, cousins, my brothers, my parents, great aunts, several grandparents and even my great-grandparents. There was an abundance of extended family, but still, somebody was missing.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
Being Diagnosed with a Deadly Disease that the World Deems Your Fault
Waking up to pee, sometimes 10 to 12 times per restless night. Sneaking downstairs to the fridge to indulge myself with bottles upon bottles of water, a few juice boxes, and cans of soda. Not being able to see clearly, everything shortly becoming a fuzz at times despite my 20/20 vision. Sitting in 7th grade pre-algebra class suddenly very confused. Getting unreasonably sick after eating a slice or two of pizza. Having emotional outbursts with no cause. My jeans becoming a little looser, even though my hunger could never be satisfied. Inside, I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong but I couldn't let myself believe that. I was 13, surely these changes were just part of growing up.As with any other Monday morning, I waited for the school bus with my older sister, who was a senior in high school at the time. I complained to her that I wasn't feeling well and that I didn't think I had the energy to play my saxophone in first period band that morning. She told me just to take it easy and maybe go to the nurse if I didn't get better.
By Catherine Rose9 years ago in Longevity
