#eatingdisorderrecovery
I’m choosing me.
I’m not choosing to gain weight. I’m choosing to be me.
because I am not …
* saying no to plans that might involve food.
* body checking after every meal to know how much self-loathing to carry with me that day.
*rigid. numb. foggy.
*stuck in my head. distant. never present. &never truly joining in.
because I am …
* sitting at a bar, alone, having margs just because //no special occasion needed to treat myself//.
* splitting an unplanned slice of cake with a best friend.
* spontaneous. clear-minded. emotional (for the good &for the bad).
* living life. experiencing the world around me. joining in &making memories with the ones I love oh so much.
gains.
positives to weight gain
*you wear clothes, no more clothes wearing you.
* &you get to buy new clothes
*moving without fear of breaking
*discovering your body does more than hurt &be cold.
*stepping out of the fog &being present.
*social eating is actually social (not a stressful clusterfuck)
*finding ways to define yourself other than the skinny one.
*feeling. having enough energy to experience&show emotion.
*freeing up brain space to think about so many other //better// things.
*having an all natural glow up.
bigger me, bigger life.
I’ve been joining in, making memories, living life to the fullest. &with that came gains. I gained experiences. I gained relationships. I gained weight. &even in the midst of all the living,laughing,loving (lol, cringing), still the thoughts sneak in. the thoughts about my body. you know, the ones that say I need to lose the weight I’ve gained. those shit thoughts creeped in tonight. &me writing this is my way of //figuratively// slapping myself straight.
wtf ana.
yeah losing weight seeeeems nice. but to lose the weight, I’d have to lose SO much more. I’d have to lose friends. I’d have to lose mental clarity. lose drinks out with the girls. lose celebratory treats with my new work fam. the losses, they go on&on.
so am I willing to give up so much for one thing, a smaller me? nope. am I willing to shrink the joy I have in my new life to shrink my waist? nope.nope.
if bigger me means bigger life, then well… I’m here for it.
to start the week.
I see life as a joy to live, no longer a fight to win.
I wake up excited for what is in store, rather than counting down to bed time, how many more..?
but what has changed? the world around me, or me at the core?
I’ve changed what I allow myself to see. I live life the way I’ve always wished it be. I live each day as a celebration. today is never again, that’s the occasion.
how much more beautiful this world we live in, when the beauty we see starts from within.
instead of assuming, ask.
instead of assuming, ask. instead of judging, try to understand. &then maybe just maybe this world &the people in it won’t be as big&bad as they seem.
I recently was described as “unfriendly unless I was really trying to not be” //harsh//. but the real bitch in this story is actually not me. //hang with me on this//.
the girl saying these less than nice things about me not once tried to get to know me. not once did this girl ever ask me who I am. instead of taking the time to get to know me, she took that time &wasted it. she took that time to create a narrative of who she ~wanted~ me to be.
maybe this “unfriendly me” was shy. maybe “unfriendly me” was in thought, stuck inside my own head. or maybe “unfriendly me” was tired, hurting, in way too deep with an eating disorder. //cause I was//. but she wouldn’t know that. because she didn’t care. so now neither do I. she can have what she wanted, the story she created about me. she gets unfriendly me because well she’s a story writer. &I’m tired of those. I am tired of giving chances out to people who give me none.
my little (but really kinda big) wins
not having to bring a sweater everywhere.
but also getting to buy sweaters //&all clothes// in real adult sizes.
sitting in all kinds of chairs, even the hard ones.
not waking up in the middle of the night hungry.
creamer in my coffee.
going to a restaurant ¬ already have planned out my meal.
ordering straight from the menu, no on the sides for me.
saying yes to plans that might involve food.
or saying yes to plans that are during my “normal” meal times.
no matter how seemly small a win may appear, that “small” win may be big for someone. without fear of judgement, fiercely celebrate all your wins. I know I am.
For all the obvious reasons of 2020 just being over finally and having a (hopefully) more sane president in office.
But also for personal reasons because on the 4th I begin not only a new job, but an entirely new career in an entirely new industry for me and I am beyondexcited about it! It will also be by far the highest paying job I’ve had and the most “grown up” job I’ve ever had with insurance and real benefits and all that.
I’m also in the healthiest, happiest, and nicest living situation I have ever been in. It’s just me, my sister, and our dog in this nice house with the yards and the garage and a full kitchen AND NO OTHER ROOMMATES OR RELATIVES LIVING WITH US so we can do whatever we want and live how we want to live.
In 2020, I completely lost track of my weight loss (as I feel most of us have) because I was trying to focus more on my mental health and just getting through the year, but with the new year and this new job and stability in my life, I’m excited to get back on my weight loss journey–even though it will be much more of a health journey rather than one that is weight loss-centered.
I have been almost completely MIA on this blog all year, but I’m looking forward to being more active again and will be sharing more mental/emotional health posts in addition to health/diet/weight loss ones.
- You’re not a burden.
- It’s okay to be struggling.
- It’s okay to tell people you’re struggling.
- Please tell people you’re struggling.
- Don’t suffer in silence. Tell someone. Get help.
- It’s okay to need help.
- Please get yourself help.
- You’re not the exception to recovery.
- The world is more beautiful because you’re in it.
- You’re worth it.
- You’re a good person.
- Thank you for existing.
- You’re beautiful.
- You’re not the exception to recovery.
- Please stay alive.
- If you’re looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it.
- Please, stay alive.
- People love you.
- I love you.
- Don’t give up.
- You’re not the exception to recovery.
- You’re not the exception to recovery.
Just wanna clear something up…
Recovering from an eating disorder is NOT synonymous with “getting fit.”
Recovery is about loving yourself for more than your body, not finding a “healthier” way to “perfect” your body.