Enter Planet Cybertron

Technically im a cashier assistant/cashier.

They make everyone from all the departments count on inventory days. Just because of how much product we have.

If I were to transfer I would try to go to Optical or Pharmacy. From what I see there’s no current openings for forklift drivers. And they go by seniority. Considering I’ve only been here for a year now, I’d probably not get considered when it came to a job position that others wanted.

I’ve put in request for tire center, RTV clerks, gas station attendant, etc. but I tend to not get the position just because there’s people here who have been here longer and they picked first because of that.

Which I fucking hate, but I figured ill be more eligible the longer I’m here. Inventory is only one day out of the year, so it’s not too bad, but it’s still something I don’t wanna deal with.

Next week I’ll be pushed to weekends only, so it won’t be that bad. But still.

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So today was awful.

Work was okay. I was paired with a close friend that I work with to help assist her for most of the day. So I just talked with her about random stuff to keep my mind distracted.

On my way home was a much different story.
I don’t live in the best area. Certain parts of the Bellaire area towards the southwest of Houston are a lot more run-down and older than the newer parts or the parts that the city has renovated. I knew this when I moved over here so I took the steps necessary to make sure my husband and I were safe. (Car alarms, mace, taser, my husband bought a pocket knife, etc.)

I live directly across the street from a bar. Usually they just play loud music, and have a bunch of people crowded around the entrance. There’s a quite a few drugged out people there too. But I don’t really pay them any mind. Usually they mind their business, and there’s a cop that patrols the street I live on. I got home when the sun was setting but before it got dark.

I live towards the back of my apartments, but park up front where the cameras are. So I do a small walk to get to my unit. I did not see or even hear this guy who was following me. No one was behind me at first, and all of a sudden I heard someone trying to talk to me. If I had to guess, I’m thinking he watched me unlock the front entrance gate, and caught up to it before it closed since it’s a magnetic locking gate, and walked on the second balcony above me, and then went downstairs so he was now behind me, or he had been lurking in the apartments already. However he did it, I didn’t hear any fucking thing. Nothing. Idk where he came from either, but if I had to guess he came the bar. Since the nearest gas station that sells beer is a a couple of miles away.

I didn’t turn around, but I could hear how drunk he was. He kept saying “Hey!” “Hey Beautiful! Where you going?” “Where you going?” I was just about to turn the corner to start sprinting up the stairs and this fucker grabbed my wrist so quickly I panicked and out of instinct just starting macing him. I aimed directly for his face. I ALWAYS keep a can of mace clipped on my belt. Always. I would’ve thought he’d have just bolted away as soon as the mace even made it near his eyes, but I felt myself trying to empty that can so he felt just as threatened for his life as I did mine for those brief moments. I guess since he was blatantly drunk he just kind of went limp and was hunched over on the ground from the shit storm of pepper spray that was now wreaking havoc on his respiratory system.

Shit got really serene for a split second And i wanted to beat the dog shit out of the guy while he was down. As quick as everything happened, I got a perfect view of what he looked like before I sprayed him. It felt like time had slowed down and I just instantly took a snapshot of his face. This fucker was exactly my height and size. Blue shirt, dirty as fuck, and one eye that was clouded over.

I didn’t say anything. This all happened in a matter of seconds. After that I ran up the stairs, slammed the door, locked it, and told my husband what happened. He went out there to try and find him. Idk what he did, but he said he fixed it. And I don’t have to worry about seeing that guy anymore. And I didn’t ask any further.

Right now I’m just trying to let my feelings and rationalities run their course. I’m not afraid currently, but this is an instance of trauma that can easily be another trigger for my current issue. So if anyone reads this, if you have a wife or girlfriend, or are a woman, PLEASE carry mace with you whenever you are out. ALWAYS CARRY A THING OF MACE. Always.

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Scary stuff! Glad to hear you are safe.

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Aside from me buying two new cans of pepper spray and a pocket knife… I haven’t been doing good this week at all.

I try my absolute best to wake up and immediately eat. When I’m tired or sleepy I don’t think too much about the actual eating, I just kind of eat mindlessly.
Normal circumstances would call for me to be more mindful, but in my case I just to need to eat.

I’m upset with myself now. I tried my best to not give my own emotions so much attention, but I guess I’m getting irritated with how quickly I’m digressing.

I’ve been very closed off with my therapist and more or less rather snappy with her.

I’ve also been very snappy at my husband because he’s been asking to go out to eat this week and last week, and he’s frustrated because he thinks I don’t wanna set aside any time for date night, but I’m frustrated because there’s really no way around not hinting that something is wrong, so I ended up just telling him this morning.

He was very understanding, as he had always been in the past with my last recovery, but on my behalf I was too defensive to even carry on the rest of the conversation or even answer any of the many questions he tried to ask. He wasn’t even mad or confused or anything. Just concerned. And All I could do was shut him out. I don’t really want to put him through having to help me, and deal with me going through this again.

I’ve been spending most of days at school hiding away in the computer labs on the top floor. There’s no food, I can’t smell it, and I can’t see it. So I just do whatever work needs to be done, and sleep on the couches in the lounge next door.

Obviously not allowing myself to eat jumpstarts really aweful binges. So I’m just trying to not get stuck in a cycle of restricting, bingeing, and purging. That’s what I’m scared of the most. It’s so hard to come out of that. Even if im not eating correctly, I’d be eating at least enough to just function and think straight.

But yesterday was terrible. My dad gave me some money for me helping him with a few things some weeks ago, and I just went off the deep end. Yet again. I spent every last bit of the 300$ he gave me on ridiculous amounts of food. I hit almost every fast food joint down my street, cleared out my own fridge, went to my moms house and cleared out her fridge, and then ordered from two giant restaurant chains a couple of miles from where I stay. Whenever I came home my husband tried to hug me because I guess he could just see it in my face what I had gone through for most of the day, but I just…I didn’t wanna be touched at all.

I will probably have no patience for anyone at work this weekend either, so I’m fully prepared to be in some sort of meeting or “counseling” about my attitude. Not that I give a fuck anymore.

Good grief! Glad you made it home ok. I’ve lived in some sketchy areas in my day (including the old, across-the-street-from-a-bar studio apartment when I was younger). I had a paint huffer wander into my apartment one summer when I had the door open (it was 100+ Arizona heat and no AC). But nothing as nerve-wracking as what you’ve gone through.

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I’m not as worried about it anymore now that a couple of days have passed. My husband just stands by the entrance gate and waits for me now and walks with me to our place. Which I’m super thankful for.

Our lease is up in April next year so we will definitely be moving a bit further up north. Most of the north has a lot more newer communities, and safer areas too.

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This all sucks.

Just one point, with the pocket knife. Are you at all proficient in fighting with one? If you aren’t you may very well be simply carrying an extra weapon for your next potential attacker. Would it be possible for you to obtain a concealed carry permit and a handgun? It is less likely that an attacker would try to take your handgun away and at close range you could do as much or more damage than with a knife.

Aside from the run down my husband gave me on how to use it, I haven’t actively gone through the motions of practicing? I guess you could say. So you do have a point there, now that I remember.

My husband is currently undergoing the process of getting his CHL. I thought about it too, but that was back when we lived on the north side of Houston so I didn’t feel the need to. As of now, that’ll definitely be something to work on getting at least before this year ends.

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Good call. Using a knife successfully I think takes a lot more skill and practice than a handgun. Physical strength and stature comes into play too. That doesn’t matter with a firearm.

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Today was pretty good. After class I spent most of the afternoon with my therapist. We decided to revamp and try new coping mechanisms. I feel like this is what I’ve been needing for a bit. New ways to cope, since my original methods seem to be bypassed with my typical actions and how I feel.

Took a swim early in the morning, and then took a nap. I felt a lot more comfortable eating at my usual higher amounts of calories. My weight is now at 160, and I’m trying to keep it there just for my health. While I do like how lean I am, I don’t feel well at all day to day, and that pretty much defeats the purpose entirely.

So for now my focus is on the new methods my therapist has given me. I’m excited to challenge myself to see how this goes.

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This made me smile. Quality

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Full week of therapy.

New coping strategies that my therapist has practiced with me:

  1. Reverse Sensory Enhancement/Deprivation

One or more senses that are either given more attention to, or ignored completely during a binge-purge cycle are flipped.

So in essence, usually vision is the first thing that’s given the most and immediate attention. Looking at the food alone is enough to start a cycle along with the emotional and cognitive issues that follow. For me, this a a fairly important issue. If I avert my line of sight to whatever is the Kickstarter, I’ll stay fixated on it.

In a sense, the goal is not to completely take away vision, but to kind of go on cruise control regardless of what you’re seeing. A distraction of sorts.

Which is where my most ignored sense comes in: tactile sensations. I more or less don’t even remotely pay attention to anything I can feel on any part of my body. Small things like an itch, touching your arm, touching something textured, feeling your tongue move around in your mouth, all serve as distractions if you pay them enough attention. Even 5 seconds worth of averting your attention can be a great start, and can be built upon.

Same with auditory sensations. Playing music while you eat is good, making tapping noises, whistling, listening to white noise that occurs naturally in your surrounds, etc.

I spent all of this week just touching random things whenever I felt a cycle coming on. Not for long periods of time but just enough for me to think about what I touched, and how I felt. My carpet, my hair, my face, my arms, my clothes, the wall, a flower, grass, trees, my car, etc. the trick is just start doing it. Don’t think about doing it for too long. And feel how stuff feels against your hands, or whatever part of your body you choose to focus on.

  1. Empathy/Sympathy Techniques:

This more a thought process/experiment, and it’s a bit second place to number 1, since it’s something to be worked on over time, and isn’t something you’ using to directly divert a cycle.

One is not to feel sympathetic for themselves, however it is important to empathize with your own emotions. It’s kind of like the Leaf/River Technique I used to do. (If you’re wondering what this let me know) So it’s like saying, “ I feel [insert emotion], and that’s fine. I’m feeling it, and I’m not going to ignore it. It’s normal to feel how I’m feeling.” That’s not to confuse further condoning irrational behavior, but to establish that recovery is a life long journey. Feeling sorry for your shortcomings defeats the entire purpose of recovery. Instead of looking at a small stitch that’s been missed in a knitted sweater, look at the entire sweater as a whole. The missed stitch doesn’t make the sweater not a sweater anymore. Having a bad day, month, or even year(s), doesn’t automatically make recovery impossible.

  1. Association Technique:

This is something slightly similar to Synesthesia, but it’s purposefully done. My therapist and I call it “Swatching”. Essentially you’re giving yourself free range to possibly jumble up stuff. Hear colors, taste sounds, etc. This one is my personal favorite since it allows me to drift off into my imagination. There’s no right or wrong way to really go about it either.

I wake up in the morning and just play around with how I perceive stuff. “Im feeling yellow today” or “this tastes like how warm blankets feel”. In essence it’s not supposed to make sense logically, but make sense mentally and emotionally. A lot of other aspects can be tangible to this too. Lots a gray area to work with so things don’t feel so defined.

This Technique can be a bit tricky if someone is already fixated on anything to do with food and eating, but my therapist mentioned that that is prime time to try and swatch whatever comes to mind. Everything from the color of the food, how it tastes, how it was prepared can lead someone to thinking about something completely different, and other random things we associate with our experiences. Again, more or less a creative distraction technique of sorts.


I haven’t really been doing 1 all that much, or at least giving it some thought, but number 3 has been something I’ve been doing more than anything else since I was introduced to the concept. I take significantly longer to eat, but I’m enjoying the experience because I’m not tying it to the negative or obsessive associations I still have with eating. Instead I’m looking at it as…an interesting activity of sorts. Sometimes weird, sometimes good, sometimes funny, sometimes serious.

So I’d say this week was very productive.

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I am really glad you are sharing all of this, it is really eye opening to the struggles others can go through. Like the saying, you have no idea what that other person is going through.

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LOG # 452 (I think?)

Nothing complicated. Regular Schmegular 5/3/1. Nothing extra, Reps/Sets as prescribed.

Didn’t give a shit about percentages. Not the focus of today’s training.

I just wanted to feel all the movements and focus on getting overall work done.

Squat
Push Press
Deficit Deads
Rows

45 mins. Most therapeutic training session I’ve probably ever had.

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that is my favorite kind of regular right there. good an ya girl.

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Ho boy girl, as Bot’s saying, you have no idea what others go through.
You’re dealing with your issues, sharing them here, might be kind of therapeutic for you. Thanks for sharing.
Wish I in some way could help.
Keep it up Cyber.

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Therapy was weird. I was informed that my husband was to attend this session, and I kind of freaked out. My husband was like head over heels excited because he genuinely wishes to understand. I on the other hand, just felt more or less kind of embarrassed and ashamed.

We got to the subject of what actually happens when people go through binge-purge cycles and I thought my husband was going to get squeamish at this point (like most people do), but he just sat there and asked legit questions from the viewpoint of someone who just doesn’t know much about it.

I kind of laughed a bit when he was trying to piece everything together:

“So it’s like a cycle right? But it’s difficult because it’s food. But you need food to function. But when you force yourself to eat too much, then you feel bad, so you force yourself to get sick, afterwards you still end up hungry. So you eat. But you end up eating too much, so you do it again, but you’re hungry again, but you end up eating too much…ohhhh I get it. Damn.”

Lol. Had to laugh at the ah-ha moment.

The drive home was him just asking me even more questions. Some were a bit uncomfortable to talk about, but I’ve come to realize my husband is just about the only person who’s gonna really be there for me. The fact that he was so open to understanding stuff like this, made me less nervous about talking to him, and trusting him with stuff like this. Which made therapy…less weird today.

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You’ve got the most wonderful husband Cyber, I’ve said it before, involve him, he loves you big time. And I’m sure he wants to be involved, as most men he don’t understand women, and have to and wants to be told and guided.

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thats a big step forward, well done.

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LOG # 453

5/3/1

Push press
Squat
Deads (3in deficit)
Rows

To my utter surprise, I actually wanted to see where my strength was, so I kind of deviated and tested my squat only since it’s my favorite movement, and my max is still regular ol’ 315. So I’m glad my body is still hanging on to the important stuffs.


Managed to get my weight back to 170. It’s getting a lot more difficult to get myself to eat in the later afternoon. So I try to eat a lot earlier or mostly in the mornings.

Left class early because I felt the need to just be by myself outside. Really nice day today, sun shining, birds, all that stuff. Spent the rest of my day at the park.

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