Rob hated to run. But he hated to stop even more.
That's when his disparaging inner voice, the one that had belittled him since seventh grade, would emerge. If he didn't keep going, it said, he was going to get fat. He would never have the shredded abs that taunted him from every fitness magazine. He would be just a regular guy — not the superman he felt driven to become.
So on he ran. And when even six hours a day of exercise weren't enough to quiet the voice, he started skipping meals too.
But a growing body of evidence suggests that number is misleading. A study published last year estimated that males actually make up 40 percent of teens who have eating disorders. An earlier Harvard survey found that men account for 25 percent of adults with anorexia and bulimia.
Some Chicago-area therapists say more men and boys are seeking help. Niquie Dworkin, who practices on the North Side, said males have been tormented by the same kind of unattainable body images that have long plagued women and girls.
"Action figures used to look normal," she said. "Now they're superhuman with really cut abs and really big shoulders. Even little boys are being exposed to images of men that are not realistic."
While eating disorders in men and women appear to have similar roots in
That's what happened with Rob, 24, a young man from Elgin who asked that his last name not be used. Experts said his case was typical of men with eating disorders.
His trouble began at age 14, not long after bullying schoolmates mocked him for supposedly being fat. Vowing to gain the same kind of lean, athletic physique one of his tormentors had, he started doing 100 pushups a night. He then moved to the weight room, and when he entered high school, the cross-country team.
His parents were delighted. The other runners were laid-back, friendly and supportive, and Rob's grades improved after he joined the team. He cut junk food from his diet and worked out with a vengeance. Not even a downpour could keep him from his training.
"All the way around, it seemed like a really good thing," Rob's mother recalled. "We didn't think anything of it."
Almost imperceptibly, though, his routines grew longer. A coach at a summer running camp preached maximum effort — When you're not running, another guy is, and he's going to beat you — and Rob took it to heart. By the time he was a senior, he made excuses to leave practice early so he could work out even harder alone.
"I wanted to make a name for myself, be something," he said recently. "Working harder than anyone else in the group made me better. That's what I thought."
Strange thing, though: Rob didn't care that much about winning races or setting records. He didn't really even like running. Thinking about the hours of exercise that awaited him after school filled him with dread.
But it was far worse to skip a workout or ease up on its intensity, even when he was sprinting at a 4-minute-mile pace on a treadmill set to a 12 percent incline. If he backed down, his inner voice told him, something indefinably bad would happen.
So he absorbed the pain, and after noticing an odd relief in hunger, he began skipping meals too. Mastering his body allowed him to feel as though he could manage a life that had become lonely and socially awkward.
Daniel Le Grange, director of the eating disorders program at the
"We have patients who are bleeding because they're on the carpet doing a thousand pushups and situps a day," he said. "It never gives you that feeling that you're yearning for, that you feel good about yourself."
Rob's intense exercise led to stress fractures, and he decided not to join the cross-country team when he went to college in fall 2006. But he didn't let up on his body.
Instead he rose at 6 a.m. for a quick breakfast before heading to the gym for a four-hour workout, including 90 minutes on an elliptical machine and an hour of weights. In the afternoon, after skipping lunch, he walked for two hours before doing repeats on the library steps. He picked at his dinner before rewarding himself for his suffering with a giant piece of pie.
When Rob healed enough to run, his routines grew ever more punishing, his body ever lighter — sometimes dipping below 100 pounds on his 5-foot-7 frame. A photograph taken of him at a swimming pool in July 2009 shows deep hollows beneath his cheekbones. Striated ropes of muscle press through his skin. His arms and legs appear as thin and brittle as sticks.
Rob's family, long in denial, knew he was in trouble. He knew it too. But even though he had begun to see a therapist, it was easier to follow his compulsions than resist.
"We would have these breakthrough moments where he would say, 'I know I have a problem, but I'm not ready to give it up yet,'" his sister said. "I always knew when he stopped calling that he was getting worse. Because then he wasn't ready to hear it."
In November 2011, Rob sustained another
It turned out to be his moment of clarity. He called the eating disorders recovery center at Alexian Brothers
Staffers there found that his pulse was a dangerously low 32 beats per minute, said Michelle Gebhardt, the center's clinical coordinator. Their No. 1 job was to stabilize Rob — one of the few males to enter the program — by controlling his exercise and encouraging him to eat.
That turned meals into high drama. On one of his first days, he was presented with a modest portion of scrambled eggs he dubbed "Mount Eggerest." He could swallow only half. Another time he refused to eat until he was given a ham sandwich; he then declined to finish it.
Finally, Rob recalled, one of his fellow patients had had enough, telling him when he arrived for dinner: "If you sit here you better eat all your food because you are really triggering us with all your crap."
Therapy and reflection eventually convinced Rob, who was diagnosed with a condition known as eating disorder not otherwise specified, that he needed to change. He yielded to the program and spent a few weeks putting on weight before transferring to Rogers Memorial Hospital near Milwaukee, home to a rare males-only eating disorders program.
His task there was to excavate the psychological turmoil that lay beneath his behavior — the desire for control, the need to feel special, even the fear of becoming an adult — and reset his mind and body to healthy habits.
It wasn't easy. To remind himself of happier days, he hung a photograph taken a few months earlier at his sister's wedding rehearsal dinner. The image showed him standing behind his parents and smiling, his skin stretched tightly over the bones of his face.
His roommate asked what he thought of the picture. Rob said he thought he looked pretty good.
"When I see that, I don't see 'good' at all," his roommate said. "I see death."
In his three months at Rogers, Rob said, he learned to take a more realistic view of himself and gain more control over his eating and exercise habits. He put on about 45 pounds in treatment and now follows a diet worked up by a nutritionist, dining at appointed times even if he isn't hungry (his long periods of starvation scrambled the neural circuitry that governs hunger — a common side effect of an eating disorder).
He works out cautiously, lifting weights with his father lest he get carried away. On a recent Sunday morning he went for a slow walk around the block, the only form of cardiovascular exercise he allows himself.
"Sometimes there's the urge to hurry up," he said, strolling past well-watered lawns and vibrant flower beds. "It's a little battle. I usually win."
Le Grange, the University of Chicago expert, said males are so scarce in eating disorder studies that there is no good data about their chances for long-term recovery. Indeed, while Rob today looks fit and healthy, he says he'll have to be wary of backsliding for the rest of his life.
For now, though, he has managed to quiet the voice inside him with the mantra he took away from treatment: He is more than his body.
"There are so many other things that set me aside," he said. "I have my goals and aspirations, like wanting to be a counselor. What I do physically will not be the defining characteristic for me."