It’s midnight, and I can’t sleep.  My brain, as it often does, is thinking about my weight and shape.  For whatever reason, this time, I wonder whether a medication that I started six months ago could be the cause of my recent weight gain.

When we were talking about medications, I told the neurologist that I didn’t want anything that was likely to cause weight gain.  I purposefully didn’t look up side effects of this new med, so I didn’t psych myself out, but I decided the other night that it was time.  Sure enough, weight gain was a complaint by many.

So many feelings: anger and betrayal, excitement and relief, concern and wariness…

This neurologist perhaps didn’t take my request seriously; didn’t realize what a problem weight gain could be for me.  Maybe if I were thinner, he would have understood that my eating disorder is real.  I know he had the best intentions for me, but how could he put me on this medication?

Maybe this higher weight that I was trying to accept isn’t me, and this isn’t my natural setpoint.  I was just coming to accept that I might be ‘stuck’ in a larger body, but now I have hope again.  Is that good?  Is that bad?

And what if this hope is ill-founded?  Perhaps it wasn’t the medicine at all; perhaps it’s “my fault”.  Or maybe the medicine has permanently changed my setpoint.  How could I live with that?

With this recent weight gain, I’ve been working to move from kids’ clothes to adult clothes; a very difficult and emotional task for me for a number of reasons.  I moved up from a kids’ Large to a men’s Small, and I was dismayed to find that even the Small was tighter than I was comfortable with.  I just checked, though—with the brands I have, the men’s Small is smaller than the kids’ Large.  That’s why the Small was more form-fitting than I liked; it was literally smaller than the kids’ size.  I feel like less of a failure.

But I don’t want to feel like a failure for being bigger; I don’t see others as failures.  I want to treat myself as well as I treat others.

Lots of conflict and confusion right now.  Luckily, I have Intensive Outpatient (IOP) in a few minutes—that group has been very helpful to me.

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