lexipink
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For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I'm obsessed with the television show, "House." Actually, in my defense, I'm not as die-hard a fan as I used to be, but I still managed to turn off, "Dancing With The Stars," tonight to watch a, "House," rerun. So, that's got to say something, right?
But I wish I didn't watch tonight's episode. It wasone of those Dr. House-can-actually-be-human episodes. And that's all well and good. Really it is. It's nice to know the character has a heart and that the writers aren't all sick bastards, but the subject matter was hard on me and I'm finding I need to get it out somewhere before I do something I might regret come tomorrow morning.
Tonight's episode dealt with a high-powered executive woman who was in her early 30's and a bulimic/self-injurer. Enter Lexi's personal discomfort. I don't do well with television shows, movies, books, or the like that discuss eating disorders. And this one was particularly hard to watch since Dr. House was actually sympathetic and I was once a hard-core anorexic/bulimic. Ni-i-ice. So, here I am thinking: what the hell did I do to myself all those years? Am I going to need a heart transplant. I mean, whoa! Hello?! I did all the same crap as that woman...man was I lucky. And I don't like luck because it always seems to run out.
So, you'd think. Good! This must've deterred you from doing those things, right? Well, yes and no. I've been in a solid state of recovery for about a year and a half. Before that, I was on death's doorstep. But not so much anymore. And, after watching that show I'm seriously considering - and there's no nice way to say this - puking up dinner. Not good. I'm just totally freaked out about the show, my life, the holidays. I'm not going to do anything, but I needed to commit that to people I respect.
I've been having a hell of a rough time lately. The holidays are whipping my ass and I'm so worried about seeing my family this Thursday. Man, this post has gone in a totally different direction and I've laid myself all out there. Kind of embarrassing - but what's done is done. I just hope no one thinks less of me because of this...because I sure do...
But I wish I didn't watch tonight's episode. It wasone of those Dr. House-can-actually-be-human episodes. And that's all well and good. Really it is. It's nice to know the character has a heart and that the writers aren't all sick bastards, but the subject matter was hard on me and I'm finding I need to get it out somewhere before I do something I might regret come tomorrow morning.
Tonight's episode dealt with a high-powered executive woman who was in her early 30's and a bulimic/self-injurer. Enter Lexi's personal discomfort. I don't do well with television shows, movies, books, or the like that discuss eating disorders. And this one was particularly hard to watch since Dr. House was actually sympathetic and I was once a hard-core anorexic/bulimic. Ni-i-ice. So, here I am thinking: what the hell did I do to myself all those years? Am I going to need a heart transplant. I mean, whoa! Hello?! I did all the same crap as that woman...man was I lucky. And I don't like luck because it always seems to run out.
So, you'd think. Good! This must've deterred you from doing those things, right? Well, yes and no. I've been in a solid state of recovery for about a year and a half. Before that, I was on death's doorstep. But not so much anymore. And, after watching that show I'm seriously considering - and there's no nice way to say this - puking up dinner. Not good. I'm just totally freaked out about the show, my life, the holidays. I'm not going to do anything, but I needed to commit that to people I respect.
I've been having a hell of a rough time lately. The holidays are whipping my ass and I'm so worried about seeing my family this Thursday. Man, this post has gone in a totally different direction and I've laid myself all out there. Kind of embarrassing - but what's done is done. I just hope no one thinks less of me because of this...because I sure do...