In February, my family doctor began cautioning me about my obsessive dieting.
She explained that eating disorders are psychiatric conditions, mental illnesses. She used the “A” word. Anorexia.
I thought she was out of her mind…
I am not thin. I’ve never been thin. Certainly never too thin. I feel I need to lose more weight. To get thinner.
She began monitoring me, monthly. By May, overly concerned about my inability to perceive myself realistically and my relentless determination to lose weight, she said this was related to my “mania” ~ my bipolar disorder.
She sent a note to my psychiatrist.
He referred me to an Eating Disorders Clinic…
Last month, my kidney transplant specialist expressed similar concerns. He didn’t want my electrolytes to go out of whack. When I diet, my sodium levels plummet.
When these three doctors, the team that keeps me alive, showed such alarm, I decided to investigate eating disorders myself.