The Moment When I Hit Bottom

A friend (Thanks, BG) just mentioned on her blog that Moment in time when she hit bottom and realized she needed weight loss surgery.

I had that moment when I hit the rocks at the bottom of a very long fall off a cliff. Sure, there'd been times when I saw the jagged rocks below and tried to stop myself, but the slow-motion downward spiral was inexorable. I was going to spatter, I just didn't know when.

The day finally came when I realized I'd begun to stick a finger down my throat at odd times, hoping to --I can't believe I'm saying this now-- make myself into a bulimic. Was that a sick plan, or what?

You know you've hit bottom when you would prefer to have a life-threatening mental condition rather than live as you are now. I would throw up any time I could find time and privacy, just hoping I'd either lose weight or maybe at least get to need to do it. Maybe there should be a new mental illness with a long name that means, "being desperate enough to wish you had X, Y, or Z illness."

When did you hit bottom?

Wow, that was powerful...and what a moment! I feel for you...I've often wished I had anorexia (just until I got skinny)...I thought all fat people wished that?

OK, now my "moment" sounds so silly and selfish....I'm waiting a few more days to share my selfish, silly moment...yours was too profound. Thanks for sharing it. -BG

Aw, c'mon BG! I can't be the only one with A Bottom Moment. Pweeeeeze? With Splenda on top? (grin)

Alright, Alright, but only because I have been cooking and taste testing your wonderful recipes all day. It was a bottom for me...but you're gonna think it's...well, I said that already. Stay tuned to tomorrow's blog.