Okay, but what are we gonna say? I'd never heard the expression "subclinical disordered eating" before. When you google it you see a bunch of sports medicine links. If you dig down they say "it's disordered eating that doesn't meat the clinical criteria for disordered eating" which pretty much "whatever we say." Okay, whatever. That's good and bad, bad because "subclinical" means "can't be billed to insurance" but good because "can't be used for liability purposes" because hey guess what? Nobody (NOBODY) wants to deal with eating disorders as anything but inpatient because the mortality ratio is about six, because comorbidity with other mood disorders is over 50% and aside from the suicide risks eating disorders will just straight up organically kill you. So. You realize you're a man with anorexia. The first thing you're going to do is debase yourself trying to convince someone to listen. If you succeed you're going to have to walk it all back so they don't lock you up for 28-day inpatient "therapy." Oh, but if it's "subclinical?" Okay, done! Great. You're being stupid about food. Trust me, everyone knows you're being stupid about food but you. All your fellow wrestlers know (and cheer you on). All your fellow divers know (and cheer you on). All your fellow runners know (and cheer you on). One of us, one of us, one of us. LOL you think nobody knows? That light-headedness is virtue. Fuck yeah you can run eight miles having not eaten in 48 hours at 7500 feet... that just proves how badass you are! And who are you racing, anyway? I did a 10k the day after donating a pint of blood. Yeah my performance sucked ass but not for someone who was a pint low! Who will not believe you until he locks you up with 15 year old girls. Oh, right but you're "subclinical." "Hey, coach, I think I'm not eating enough." "Did you make weight?" "...yeah?" "Then you're fine." Try 39%. If saying "hey, Eugene, I think I'm not eating enough" is possible for you, you don't have "disordered eating." I knew full well how fucking crazy I was. It was a control thing, fully ritualized and with its own cosmology. And see this, of all things, makes the least sense to me. Scarf down some hummus and go run a few miles and tell me how fast it made you. Choke down a Snicker's and tell me what Mile 3 looks like.The first step, as said in the Medicine Today article: “Dismantle any biased thoughts they themselves may have that eating disorders are a ‘female’ problem.”
Second, as discussed in the Sports Medicine article, is education. That can include everything from statistics to discussing the performance impacts associated with negative energy availability.
Seeing a professional is almost always recommended in the standard of care for eating disorders.
Short of that, talk to friends, family members, coaches or others.
Men with clinical eating disorders may also have higher rates of depression
One thing is for sure: this article won’t solve the problem. But being open about it can be a first step for some people.
And perhaps most importantly for runners that find themselves with these issues, it’s essential to remember one more thing: Food is fast.
I watched Ironman Wisconsin yesterday (and if anyone wants to talk newbie triathlons OMG hit me up), and I noticed a huge variety in body types. There were a lot of men hitting the run stage around 7.5 hours in (a pretty good time in my book) with an obvious paunch and large but round and soft arms. I sort of wonder if the "cleaner" reference describes me. My diet isn't perfect; I had a mocha and scone for breakfast (but increasingly I swap the scone for hard boiled eggs or bagel thins with peanut butter and the mocha for coffee). Dinner tonight will be chicken breast with fresh spinach and red pepper on a wrap. No mayo or ranch or cheese but I will put hot sauce on it. I think I binge sometimes. It isn't one burger with friends, it's half of a large pizza or all five bratwurst in a package. It's possible I need to eat slightly less healthy more often rather than too "clean" too regularly and then a binge of something awful. I do weigh myself most nights (same time of day, same clothes). Before I was so active, I was around 190 to 200 pounds. It might fluctuate as low as 182 in the summer when I was somewhat active, but I'd easily hit 195 in winter. I hit a minimum of 165, and then it gradually crept up from there with 176-178 common now. I try to not let it bother me. I think I'm faster and stronger (caveat: when I'm not recovering from an injury). I tell myself the 165 was losing fat but before I'd gained muscle, and now 178 is still with that fat gone but a lot of muscle added. It might even be somewhat true.As a coach, I see it all the time behind the scenes, often framed as wanting to get an extra one or two percent out of performance through eating less (or even eating “cleaner”)
The fact that the article raised this question for you really highlights how hard it fails at its intended purpose. If you can tolerate a 13-pound seasonal swing you're fine. You're normal. You're human. I've been dealing with a 13-pound increase over two years and it makes me break out in a cold sweat thinking about it. And, I mean, I burn 2000 extra calories a day. I push a fuckin' 50lb bicycle about 160 miles a week. You've got all sorts of rationalizations that make things kind of okay and all I know is that I'm 50lbs from normal as defined by some fucking Belgian bean-counter 150 years dead and the thought fucks me up a dozen times a day. And I know he's not talking about me because I'm not an "athlete."I sort of wonder if the "cleaner" reference describes me.