Comments on: If only pepperoni could solve the world’s problems

By: Karen

Karen — Tue, 20 May 2008 17:15:22 +0000

My family calls them exorexics, bikeorexics, runnorexics, etc. It IS sad to see them and how thin they are. They must feel terrible about themselves. My best friend is a runnorexic and she’s painfully thin. Her head looks huge.

She thinks I’m obese and I weigh 130.

By: Junky

Junky — Sun, 20 May 2007 19:50:11 +0000

Anonymous – I think using words like “porker” is judgemental. Ar eyou sure you are not projecting your own feelings onto pastaqueen? It kinda seems like it.

By: Lora

Lora — Thu, 17 May 2007 21:03:00 +0000

I teach high school and see lots of young girls in the grips of anorexia….so sad. And then I see super-heavy ones…so sad too. I want to grab them on both spectrums and say “Think about your health!!”

By: PastaQueen

PastaQueen — Thu, 17 May 2007 13:16:03 +0000

anonymous – I just reread my entry and I don’t see any part where I was judgemental. What comment are you specifically referring to?

By: anonymous

anonymous — Thu, 17 May 2007 13:05:20 +0000

I really don’t understand how you could be so judgmental. You judging her would be like me judging you because you are fat. It’s an illness either way, whether you eat like a porker or starve yourself to death. It is way beyond vanity. She is obviously struggling, obviously in need of serious help.

By: Gordonii

Gordonii — Tue, 15 May 2007 20:06:59 +0000

Thanks for this posts. It’s my first time at your site and I must say that you’ve been doing a good job. Keep up the good work

By: BrightAngel

BrightAngel — Tue, 15 May 2007 09:23:24 +0000

PastaQueen,

I admire you for your great job with weight-loss, positive attitude toward life, and excellent writing skills.

By: jenni

jenni — Tue, 15 May 2007 08:53:27 +0000

I am always impressed by your ability to open up a dialogue about subjects that make us think a little deeper.

I turned forty this year and married for the first time. As I was unpacking a few of my things, I ran across a photo of myself at your age. I was stunning – thin and fit and sexy – the way I always wanted to be, but in my mind I was never the girl in the photo – I don’t remember her, I always thought I was fat. Like Rachel, I got a sick mental satisfaction out of beating my hunger. But I never felt as tiny as the gal in the photo. As time went by, I couldn’t control the behavior and it turned to binging and hiding food. Then weight gain and dieting and then binge workouts. I am now on a path toward health and consistency… after a large weight drop by using a plan to eat five times a day – compliments came in from people who hadn’t seen me in a while “you must have a great workout program!” I always worked out, the answer is that I actually STARTED eating – I had secretly been punishing myself for “being fat” by starving and binging.

I have been eating breakfast consistently for two years now! not an easy task at first beacause I had NEVER eaten breakfast, but now it’s a part of my goal to live healthier.

PQ, you are on a great journey. You have your story – and your photos. But you face your challenges by being honest, open and sharing your humanity! If I had been that fearless and put it all out there, I wouldn’t have struggled for so long! Keep up the good work, you’re on the right path.

By: Lose Weight With Me

Lose Weight With Me — Tue, 15 May 2007 07:07:19 +0000

I feel bad for anyone who struggles with either side of the equation.

Brian

By: Rachel

Rachel — Mon, 14 May 2007 22:26:19 +0000

When I was in the throes of my eating disorder (which started out as purging anorexia, veered into bulimia, and then back into anorexia), I got this intense sense of pride and accomplishment over my ability not to eat. Each day was a mini-victory, and though I’d set out to fast for 3 days, when the third day came along, I’d think, ‘oh I bet I can do it for five,’ and then day five came along and I had to extend it to 7, 9, and eventually 12 days subsisting on water and gum.

You really do begin to think you’re superhuman in a sense, that only mortals have to eat, but not you: you’ve superceded physical desires.

Yeah, I was pretty fucked up.

I knew my eating disorder was destroying me, and a part of me wanted to stop some of the behaviors, but not anything that would keep me from continuing to lose weight. My disorder was also a means of coping with my world, which was increasingly becoming chaotic and out of control. Some people think of eating disorders as a form of slow suicide, but they’re wrong. Eating disorders are a method of survival.