Fear. Anxiety. Nervousness.
These words are what I have felt in the past, and sometimes still to this present day.
I’ve mentioned before how I used to have a massive fear of food. How, because of the problems physically that I’ve had in the past, the fear has affected me during my recovery. The sight, the smell and sometimes even the names of certain foods gave me a chill down my spine. Toast, for example, is a word I would bread. (oops sorry.. Dread 😂 **)
However now I’m pretty much over all of that. I enjoy food. I love food!
I remember when I first started going out with friends and family and socialising after the operations. When others used to suggest going out for dinner somewhere, that is when the full panic would set in. I’d want to go, for the socialising aspect of it, but I would feel nervous knowing there’d be food around me, and perhaps even in front of me. I would have all these worries in my head. Thoughts such as; what if I can’t manage it all? Will it look like I’m wasting food on purpose because I leave a larger quantity than most? What if people stare at me? What if I start feeling unwell? What if I have a panic attack in the restaurant? What if my friends/family are embarrassed of me?
There are times where I’d run these questions over and over in my head until I decide to not go and make an excuse for not going. Not always but sometimes this would happen.
I was also worried about something that has been said to me a couple of times before. “You’ve hardly eaten any of it”. That has been said to me a couple of times before, especially in a restaurant by the waitress/waiter. I feel embarrassed and just plain rude. I know it’s not my fault that I can’t manage it all, and I know I’ve probably left a lot making it look like I’m not happy with the meal or that I’m just wasting food, but I just couldnt help but feel like I’m letting those around me down. And that I’m being rude to the staff in the restaurant. I used to not know what to say. However now, if that was to happen, I tell them the truth when/if they ask me why haven’t I eaten it all or most of it. I don’t go into detail obviously, I just say I’ve got a condition which means I only eat small amounts. And that pretty much works now.
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Fear. The fear that I had a few years ago has basically gone now. There is still a little bit of anxiety there but I always go out when invited somewhere. I’ve learnt that avoiding situations that scare me is not always the best thing to do, in fact it makes things worse most of the time. When I used to hide away from others and avoid going out to places with food involved, I felt lonely. I felt like I was missing out. It was horrible.
Eventually something clicked in me and I decided that I wasn’t going to let my fear and anxiety win. I was going to face my fears. I was determined to fight. I wanted to go out with friends and family. I learnt eventually that my friends and family would stand by me and not judge me for not eating a lot. Those who I care about and those who care about me are not embarrassed to be with me despite knowing my lack of appetite. And recently I’ve started to enjoy going out. I look forward to the next outing, in fact sometimes I arrange to go out for a meal with friends. I have also found a way that works for me food-wise. I normally get just one meal, a starter. And have that as my main. Because I know full well I wouldn’t manage a whole main course. Because my appetite has improved slightly and I’m enjoying food more, I can just about manage a whole starter! This works for me. I can eat a nice katie-size portion and I can enjoy spending time with friends and family, joining in with what they’re doing. (plus a starter is cheaper than a main… So it’s normally a cheap night out for me so yay bonus! but shh.. I didn’t say that😉😂)
(**this was a mistake.. My phone auto corrected it to this, couldn’t see the point in deleting it. It kinda works🤷♀️😂)
Katie's Journey 