when the husband’s away…
the wife will eat. At least, that was me when I was in college.
When Josh and I got married, I was in my 4th (out of 5) year of college and we were living in Columbia, MO. Josh was working full time; he would go back to school eventually once I graduated. Josh is also a member of the Air National Guard and used to be stationed at Lambert in St. Louis, which meant that one weekend a month and for 2 weeks each year he would have to drive back to St. Louis for work.
I absolutely hated it when he had to leave town. We have been together since my senior year of high school (he is a year younger than me!), so we have spent some time apart during some transitions in each of our lives. During my first year away at college, he was back home in high school; and let’s not even think about the countless months he spent in Texas for basic training and tech school. We talked pretty much every day and tried to see each other whenever we could, but it was so hard not to be with him.
Each month when he would leave, I think I had some of my worst binges. I was…unsupervised. I didn’t have to sneak food; I could devour it right there on my couch, lost mindlessly in my favorite TV shows. I didn’t have to try to hide empty wrappers in the trash or feel self-conscious about anyone touching my body that weekend. So I just ate.
Thinking about those times makes me very sad. I know now that I was eating because I didn’t want to feel lonely or scared to be by myself; if I made myself sick by eating, I had an excuse to curl up in a ball the next day and hide. I felt like I had an excuse to not get dressed up and just wear sweats and not be involved. I had a very hard time dealing with being alone. I used to get very upset with myself because I would sometimes look forward to being alone with food; but I don’t know if that really was the case. Because if I had to choose, I would rather have had Josh there all those weekends instead. But I think I needed something to look forward to on those weekends, instead of focusing on being alone.
Ok. I just had to re-read that last sentence because I don’t know where that came from. But it’s so so true.
On Monday, Josh has to go out of town for guard training for 2 weeks (he will get to come home over Memorial Day weekend). And for some reason, these old feelings are coming up again. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been trying to combat the binge cycle again recently; I’ve been binge-free for the past 3 days, but it’s still in the early stages where I’m still having cravings….and part of my brain is telling me that this is the week when I can “get away with it”. Go ahead, it tells me; you will be alone and school is almost over so you can just stay in and not have to deal with anything. I worked really hard to resist those urges today, the ones that tried so hard to convince me to skip the gym and devour a bag of chocolates while Josh was at school.
But I got through tonight and I know if I just take it one day at a time I can make it through the next 2 weeks. I know that if I can keep busy and see my friends and family and stay involved, it will be easier. This is always the critical time; it’s so soon after a binge that my body still doesn’t feel “normal” and it takes everything I have not to keep throwing in the towel night after night.
In other news, in the past 2 weeks, 3 people close to me have announced pregnancies!! That’s just insane. I have been thinking a lot about babies lately…there are days when I’m convinced I’m ready, but it seems surreal to even think about being pregnant anytime soon! We definitely hope to wait until Josh gets out of school, so I know it probably won’t be for another couple of years, but it’s been hard lately not to think about it






