You are my lamp, O Lord; the Lord turns my darkness into light. 2 Samuel 22:29
You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Psalm 18:28
My name is Janell and I have problems with food. I wouldn't call it a full-blown eating disorder but rather, disordered eating.
Not many people know because I did not want anyone to know. I was afraid if people knew they would treat me differently, like I was weak or looking for attention. Or people would just think, well, that is stupid and superficial. But for the most part, I was afraid of telling anyone because if I told, then I would have to stop and giving up that control was too scary. I LIKED having that control, the feeling I get when "I can control" my food. But in actuality, food was controlling me.
The first time it happened was my senior year in high school. I just didn't eat. No breakfast, no lunch and only ate supper if I was around someone that would notice if I wasn't eating. I tried many times to make myself throw up but couldn't ever do it.
After high school, my then boyfriend(now husband<3) and I moved in together and eventually I believed I had gotten over my eating issues. But it showed up again before our wedding. I wanted to lose those last 5-10 pounds and went on a very, very low calorie diet. I had times at work that I would lose my vision. It would just go black for about 30 seconds and I began to have small black dots floating around in my vision. Again, I was able to overcome my issues and things were normal for quite a while. Until I started to gain weight for no reason. I was walking to and from work, exercising on my lunch break and hardly eating again and abusing laxatives, to the point that I was bleeding. But I was gaining a ridiculous amount of weight, like 5 pounds OVERNIGHT. I came across an article about hypothyroidism and I had pretty much every symptom they had listed. I went and had a blood test and started on medication for it and started to feel better.
After that I had a pretty long time of more normal eating habits. I was determined to live healthy and set a good example for my daughter, I was determined to not pass this craziness on to her. The low self-esteem was always around though. I'd say I didn't have any more problems with food until after my son was born.
I was eating pretty well, still restricted but not as severe as I had in times past. I instead exercised A LOT. Every lunch break I would run the stairs at work for 30 minutes, then after work I would come home and do P90X Plyo(1 hour), sometimes I would run with my friend after that and most days I would run at least a 5k with my husband when he got home from work. I started trying again to make myself throw up but still couldn't do it.
I started to have problems with plantar fasciitis but kept running anyway. I was fired from my job in July of 2011 and my husband and I decided that it would be best if I stayed home to care for our children. All my free time was devoted to researching exercise and nutrition. I started to lift weights and the plantar fasciitis had pretty much forced me to lessen my running. I walked instead, anywhere from 2-10, sometimes 15 miles per day. I was really searching myself at this time and I figured out and sorted through all my issues and realized a lot of things about myself. I was learning how to live healthfully and I was feeling very healthy, strong and healed.
On July 13, 2012 my husband and I renewed our vows on our 10 year anniversary and that night I told him all about my past struggles and my realizations on why. At that time I truly believed I had concurred this once and for all. I felt amazing. I was no longer worried about that stupid number on the scale, I NEVER weighed myself anymore. I was feeling confident in myself and HEALTHY. I wasn't wanting to just shrink away. I wanted to be and was focusing on being truly healthy and strong. I was eating well and lifting weights and doing some cardio and just LOVING LIFE.
I continued to read all I could about nutrition and exercise and kept coming across articles about gluten being bad for people with hypothyroidism. So I decided to cut out the obvious gluten food, bread and pastas etc. I felt really good!! So I decided to stick to a mainly gluten free diet. I would eat pizza with my family on Fridays but otherwise, no gluten. Then around April or May I started to cut out oats too. Then (sweet) potatoes, rice, quinoa, beans, fruits, carrots and onions!! I started to obsess again. I was truly afraid of eating any carbs other than lettuces/greens, broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts and green beans. Some days I would have a few berries after my workout. I started to feel exhausted, got frequent headaches and my workouts were suffering. I would take my kids to the park and was just so exhausted I could barely keep up with them. I felt like a zombie stumbling along behind them. I was obsessing about my weight, every time I was in the bathroom, I weighed myself. I measured my waist at least 10 times a day. Every mirror I pasted I had to stop and harshly judge my appearance. I slowly started to realize I needed to snap out of this and take the control back. I decided to start to add back in some carbs but I was seriously afraid to. I'd say, ok, tomorrow I will have some oats at breakfast. I accomplished this like twice. Most times I just couldn't do it. I would plan to have an apple or carrots for a snack but once snack time came, I just couldn't do it. I was terrified of a freaking apple! It was just ridiculous!!
I had been invited to help as a chaperon on our church's youth mission trip. I was scared of being able to eat/what I would have to eat while I was there. I realized this trip had the potential to be very healing for me, if I would just let go and let God. So I decided I would just go and throw myself at my food issues and face the fear. BUT when the time came, I couldn't give up that control. I brought my own breakfasts and lunches. I DID add a piece of fruit to my lunches and I did eat the suppers(but couldn't eat any bread/buns). But I was eating foods that I hadn't not eaten in a very long time. I felt proud of that.
While I was there, I couldn't obsessively measure or weigh myself. It felt very freeing.
It is just amazing how God lines everything up. While I was there I met two amazing young women. God spoke to me through them and I was able to share my struggles with them. I was so amazed at God's timing and plan. I could have easily been put into another work group and not have become close to these girls, I could have decided to not go on the trip, I could have not been invited, I could have gone to another church, I could have kept my job...and on and on and on....but God had this planned for me. His plans are perfect.
It had never occurred to me to give this struggle to God. One of the nights on the mission trip, we wrote what was keeping us from God and we nailed that to a cross. This was a very powerful experience for me. I had SO. MANY. emotions going on. I was relieved to give this to God but at the same time I was so mad that I am so weak. But I realized that with God's help, I am strong. I can't do this alone and even better, I DON'T HAVE TO!!
While we were on our mission trip I saw places of beauty and places that were dark. I realized everyone has beauty and darkness. If we don't shine the light on the darkness, it cannot improve. All these times I tried to hide my darkness and nothing improved. Bringing it to God and shining light on it has been incredibly powerful and freeing. Through this I've realized I can help others by sharing my story. I want to help others realize that ANY problem, ANY struggle, just give it to God and He will strengthen you, He will bring you through it. <3