We Only Have One Life

Healthy Living Summit was awesome last year for so many reasons but mostly because I met some of the most wonderful women in the world.

One of those fabulous females actually lives less than an hour from me and we try to get together as often as we can….even though it not nearly as much as I would like, but this past Tuesday Lauren and I had a date for a casual dinner at Wegmans, a little catch-up session and fro-yo from one of my favorite places in the world, Sweet Frog.

As excited as I was for my beloved fro-yo, I was so thankful to finally get to see my friend.

This might sound weird but the second I met her last year I felt an instant connection, and honestly every time we get together it doesn’t feel like much time has passed since our previous encounter. Those are the signs of a true friendship and I am really grateful to have her in my life.

Anyway, from reading my posts, and because I think she knows me pretty well, she picked up on the fact that I am struggling right now.

Granted I have been doing significantly better the past week or so at keeping up with my exchanges and listening to my body when it screams, “TAKE A NAP,” there is still a tremendous amount of mental turmoil that comes with doing the “right” thing and feeling like my body is expanding at an exponential rate.

So as we started talking and I tried to pretend everything was fine, I finally just thought, who am I kidding?

What do I have to hide right now?! I am a visible disaster.

I feel horrible because I probably monopolized the whole entire evening asking her advice, giving her my sob story, etc. but she made me feel so much better.

“You only have this one life….”

As she said those words and told me of all the things she was currently doing I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous; not in a bad way, but in a form of motivation because everything she is doing I could only ever dream of if I was healthy.

Unfortunately the reality of staying sick means I will also be stuck.

I will be trapped forever in a place of loneliness, depression, anxiety, fear and essentially adolescence.

As much as I like to believe I can take care of myself, I have proved that that is certainly not the case.

I owe Ryan the world because without him these past three years, I could easily be dead.

That is a sad truth to face, but if we are being honest, an eating disorder is no joke and is extremely life threatening.

I didn’t sit across the table from Lauren worried about the box of food I was eating, or the amount of toppings I selected for my dessert.

I sat across from her thinking, “omg she is right, and time is too precious to waste.”

I am 25 now and I swear the years go faster the older I get.

I would prefer the second half of my twenties to be better than the first; for me and my loved ones, and how that can happen starts with a bite.

Sounds weird, right?

Something as simple and as necessary as food is the initial step into regaining ME, but that is where I have to start.

And I will do it one Clif Mojo at a time, because I only have one life.

Since it is Friday, please tell me what you are doing to celebrate your LIFE today, this weekend, daily?!

We all deserve to be fulfilled, and I am worth every calorie. (Yes, I need to repeat that to myself multiple times to get through the day, but at least for now its working 🙂 )

Happy Weekend!

Cry For Help?

A few weeks ago my good, honest, super helpful, friend Clare suggested I think back to what sparked my motivation for recovery post Healthy Living Summit last year.

Ha, I will again refer to the infamous negative feedback I received following a few pictures that were online, asking how I could possibly claim to be in recovery when I looked so much like death.

The semi-hurtful, but constructive e-mail and comment actually led to me doing the best I ever had during my home-based path to gaining balance and wellness, and perhaps subconsciously that is why I decided to share recent photos of myself on vacation in this very public way.

Let me explain…

It was not my intention yesterday to invoke several remarks about my “ill-appearance,” or “phony-recovery.”

In fact, when I first uploaded our camera I was just excited to briefly relive an amazing trip with my husband and blog about something that is a huge passion in my life; travel.  But many people felt it was necessary to express their concern about my current state, which is fine because anytime I put something on this forum I know it is open to many, and is up to the perception of anyone who chooses to read; everyone is entitled to their opinion and I welcome those things in a respectful way.

All that being said, after reading through the comments (some of which I did not approve yet because I am still sorting out how to take them) and messages, I got to thinking about my faith.

I am a person who whole-heartedly believes God does things for a reason.  I know he has a plan for me and even though sometimes I don’t understand why things occur the way they do, I just have to trust that they are all part of a bigger picture that will eventually make sense.

I would like to think my struggle could potentially help someone else someday, so they don’t have to spend years and precious time fighting something so difficult, but instead could learn from my failures and triumphs.  If that is the ultimate purpose behind me being sick, I would be thrilled that God put me up to the challenge.

But going back to the pictures and expressions made by readers, perhaps the Lord knows I need help right now.

If you want me to be honest, I don’t really look through my gallery and see a frail figure.

The most frustrating thing to my husband is how out of touch I am with reality, my body and what is healthy, which is a large part of why I deny in my mind that there are still any issues, but maybe I need to re-evaluate my way of thinking.

Since we have been home I have had a lot of body-image breakdowns and difficulty accepting that my appetite is so large and wants to consume more than a calorie mark that is way higher than my ED days, but not enough for appropriate repair and weight restoration.  I have trouble grasping that gaining weight could be the answer to eliminating cognitive distortions and the raging beast that my tummy seems to be, because to me, I look absolutely fine.

*Just a little side note: At breakfast this morning I nearly cried in frustration that I just feel so out of control and gluttonous because of having something I thought was too indulgent for 6 a.m. ( <—-Should that be an indication I still live in an ED world?! Probably.)

So maybe I need people in the outside world to be brutally honest with me.

My co-workers would never say anything because a mental illness that manifests physically, makes most people uncomfortable and confused.

My family has dealt with this for years and many have given up saying a word since I have tried and failed countless times.

And it isn’t fair for me to expect Ryan to be my nurse, husband, best friend, support, nutritionist, therapist, reality-checker, etc. because half the time I am in such an irrational mind-set I don’t even believe him when he tells me I am closer to death than life.

Sometimes it is the un-biased, un-solicited, voices of others who are the biggest forces behind my most productive changes, and maybe my vacation photos were my cry for help?  Maybe I need other eyes to make me truly see where I am in the journey?

As I said the other day, ED tends to be deceptive in our gauges of how well we truly are doing in the recovery process, and as with most areas of my life he seems to be my own worst enemy, lying every step of the way.

P.S. I just realized it has been about a year since I started blogging consistently, so thank you all for supporting me.  It has definitely been a road of ups and downs, and ultimately my physical shape proves I still have a long way to go, but I feel like writing has helped me grow, stay on a better path, and keep accountable for all my actions.  I appreciate that you have stuck by me through even the most repetitive and pathetic of posts, because without you, who knows where I would be.

Have a great rest of the weekend!

A Great Debate

Your comments and e-mails yesterday reminded me why I enjoy blogging; because of the community.  The support and camaraderie that comes with social media is often a wonderful wonderful resource when it comes to building relationships and getting help. 

For the most part I have had a tremendous experience in the virtual world, but I was reminded recently of why blogging can sometimes be tricky.

As most of you know Healthy Living Summit is just around the corner.

I went last year and enjoyed my time so much I was absolutely positive I wanted to return, and I still do, but Ryan is extremely hesitant about me obtaining another ticket and booking a room.

It is not that he is trying to prevent me from having fun and seeing the amazing friends I met because of my attendance, but he is worried about what I represent at this current time.

As I have mentioned before, the feedback I received after posting about my trip last August proved that I was not the physical epitome of health.

My body was relatively frail, my hair and skin were extremely dry and brittle and I looked kind of old and hagred rather than a vibrant woman in her early-twenties. 

Similar to my current situation, I felt completely fine and like I was doing extremely well with recovery; enjoying fro-yo and the provided meals at the conference without much difficulty, but I was also not eating near enough to repair the damage I had done to my body and my exercise was a bit excessive compared to what my team was recommending.

All I wanted to do was fit in with all the amazing women that I admired so much from reading their stories on-line, that I failed to realize my individual needs may have been a little different; i.e. you cannot run 6-7 miles a day when you are trying to gain back your health, post-anorexia.

Long story short, I feel very torn at what to do as far as trying to go to HLS.

I learned so much, met fantastic people, made fabulous memories and truly LOVED every single second, but at the same time I feel like I am being a total hypocrite showing up when health doesn’t really describe me at all, mentally or physically.

But maybe I could use it as motivation?

There are still several weeks until Boston and it could provide inspiration to stay on track.

But then that pesky and negative voice enters my mind and says, “You know getting healthy means gaining weight and all the “friends” you think you made are going to judge you for being a lazy, fat, slob.”

Oh how I love the meanness of ED.

Yay for tomorrow being Friday.  I am hoping to get some pictures downloaded and a few trip posts together in the next few days.  Thank you all for asking about our vacation and the encouragement after yesterday’s post.

Have a great rest of the day!!

Bli-end Hope

I have a “bl-iend” who has been very helpful to me during this recovery process. We actually “met” because of a response she left to a post after HLS.

*Jess, I apologize because I know I have discussed that particular comment several times, but I promise this post is absolutely positive 🙂

Her words were really cutting, but not necessarily because of the content…

They were so hurtful because they made me realize what a low place I was in, even though I said everything was absolutely fine.

I was obviously looking through the eyes of my internal monster and living in denial because inside I was a mess, and I was letting my ED voice get louder and louder everyday; I just didn’t want to admit it.

Since then Jess and I wrote a few e-mails and she often comments on my entries, sharing her personal journey, which seems to always provide me, as well as many others, a lot of hope.

Her progress and story are truly inspiring and the one thing she repeatedly assures me is, although making non-ED choices sucks, it does get easier, and life ABSOLUTELY gets better.

She is one hundred percent right when she says doing the “right” thing sucks, because trying to get healthy is some of the hardest work I have ever done.

Physically I am exhausted. There is a constant mental and emotional battle that plays in my head, and often, because I am still relatively malnourished, my brain is not rational enough to fight back.

BUT…

If you can somehow find the strength and desire to push harder and make a recovery-focused selection, it is easier to make that same selection the next day.

Let me give you an example.

One of my biggest struggles in recovery is abstaining from strenuous exercise.

I have always loved activity, and participated in a variety of sports, which was all well and good when my body was at a “healthier” weight, but now I have certain restrictions that prohibit me from engaging in things I used to enjoy.

In the past Ryan didn’t have to worry about my heart, or dehydration, or any of the million medical issues that come from abusing your body, but now we have had to eliminate a ton of our hobbies.

But despite the significant decrease in the amount of exercise I was doing, I still have a daily treadmill routine that must be completed in order for me to start my day.

This weekend I had a migraine that would NOT go away. I fell asleep Friday night just hoping it would let up by morning but when I woke up at 3:00 am starving and head still throbbing, I went downstairs, took some Aleve and thought, “perhaps I did not eat enough yesterday and my body is trying to tell me that…hence the middle of the night appetite.”

Because I am truly trying to make better decisions I prepared myself a snack.

Snack turned into breakfast….

Calorically it turned into more than breakfast and then I not only felt horrible because of my headache, but also because I felt like I totally lost control.

My first instinct was, treadmill!

Ryan wasn’t home because he was working overnight so I could easily do more than my allotted time and he would never ever know.

I started to walk and push up the incline….

Oh my gosh I could barely keep my eyes open my head was pounding so badly.

For me, the only thing that ever alleviates a migraine is sleep, so after a minute I stepped off the belt and went back to bed; stomach full and guilt-ridden.

A few hours later I woke up to a beautiful blue sky and a shining sun. I was starting to feel a little better so I did my morning chores, cleaned up the kitchen and let the dogs outside.

The sun and breeze felt SO wonderful.

I laced up my sneaks and decided to do some work outside and then had the brilliant idea of taking a walk around the neighborhood rather than relying on a machine.

No Garmin, no speed or distance goals, just me, David Guetta and much-needed sunglasses.

I strongly debated doing the treadmill in addition to my time on the pavement, but by the grace of God, I refrained.

The next day a similar weather pattern was forecast and I knew my mom would be home so I also saved my “workout” to be a time to catch up and enjoy the warmth with her. We didn’t count laps, we just chatted and enjoyed being together.

Again, the negative feelings were there, but between my family and getting ready for the upcoming week, I seemed to survive 😉

The point is, I enjoyed my more leisurely unstructured time outside so much, it made it easier to make the same, smart, decision again.

Do I think that will always be the case? That I will be able to be completely free, walking in the wind sans measuring device?

In a perfect world maybe, but at least now I know I have the ability to do so; be stronger than ED and do something CJ likes rather than what the meanie inside dictates her to do.

Confidence is a wonderful thing and just maybe I am gaining that, instead of just weight.

Wouldn’t that be awesome?!

The Best Part About Recovery

I have told you all before if you asked me last January what I did for fun or who I hung out with, the answer would consist pretty much only of family members.

The friendships I had in high school and college had faded, and the only people I ever really saw even remotely close to my age bracket were in hospital programs, so I led a very lonely, ED-filled existence.

As I have progressed in my recovery, however, my social schedule is becoming a little more full with activities that are healthy; specifically forging new relationships.

This is EASILY the best part of my journey, and I look forward the seeing my amazing Zumba girls on weekends, and am so grateful for any time I get to spend with some of the wonderful females I met at Healthy Living Summit.

Well this week has been pretty darn special, because as I told you Thursday I spent the afternoon with my little sis, and Friday, sandwiched between a few appointments, I hooked up with two of my absolute favorite ladies, Lauren and Karen.

The three of us are busy so we don’t get to see each other too often, but every time we do get together it is as if no time has gone by.  These are the type of friends I have always wanted and they have both been tremendously inspiring and supportive these past few months, so it was really nice to catch up and have a leisurely lunch after the stressful holiday season.

Now New Years Eve to me has always been my least favorite time for celebration.

I am not a night owl, I don’t drink, and even though I love to dance, clubs are PACKED full of people paying way too much for alcohol and having even more of it.  So I hate to be a cynic but I would so much rather have a small gathering of friends for this occasion, or enjoy quality time with my family.

(Am I a 90-year-old trapped in a 24-year-old body or what?)

Anyway, since Ryan did not work Christmas this year, he volunteered to work New Years Eve, which was fine with me because honestly, I totally planned on it being like any other night; book, movies, maybe some TV, odds and ends around the house, etc. but then about a month ago, at one of my Sunday morning Zumba classes, my instructor and friend Michelle announced there was going to be a NYE Zumbathon.

Excuse me?! NYE Zumbathon (and it is only 6:00-8:00 so I can still totally make my 9:30 bedtime haha) SIGN ME UP!

So tonight I will again be fortunate enough to spend some time with truly amazing friends, doing an activity I love, and starting 2012 off right.

I would say I had a pretty awesome few days.

If this is any preview as to how life can be minus a crazy addiction, health and recovery are sounding better and better.

Happy New Years Eve Everyone!! 🙂

Why I Blog

Last week when I was obviously shaken up at my nutrition appointment about the jump on the scale, my dietician and I had a talk about blogging.

I had told her that sometimes comments people make can affect me in one way or another and she asked if I thought it might be a good idea to take a few steps back from public documentation of my journey and maybe just reflect on things personally.

I actually considered it for about thirty minutes, when I realized why I love blogging, the community, and what it has done for me in the past few months (well years if you consider how long I have been reading).

When I first started to read I felt kind of weird explaining the new hobby to my husband.

I was fascinated by the lives of people I didn’t even know and actually felt like we could be friends.

I learned about new foods, exercise routines, clothing brands, a whole world of people who had similar interests to me!

And then I progressively got worse and deeper into my disorder and was unfortunately planted in the hospital where they are usually not too keen on you reading about “healthy living,” weight-loss, exercise, or anything that could potentially be a trigger.

In residential I wasn’t even allowed near a damn computer so to keep up to date on these things was completely out of the question.

Now I will admit, and I think some of you might need to think about this portion carefully because I know how it is to read about other’s lives and want them to be your own.

You want to be as fast or run marathons.

You want to be able to have all these sweet gadgets that cost oodles of money, or foods that just may be beyond your means.

I KNOW what it feels like to want all those things and then get down on yourself because that just may not be where you are in life right now.

For me, I read all the marathon recaps, running statistics, people able to put together balanced meals and still look absolutely fabulous and I just think, “Oh my gosh why can’t I be like that!”

But that is not what blogging is about.

I never ever ever write things to make others feel bad.

I never explain my situations or ideas thinking that someone else should completely adopt my way and emulate my life in any shape or form.

In fact, I desperately hope that people can take what I post, and use it to help them avoid being in similar scenarios, or to help show that you are not alone in feeling lost, hopeless or just completely unbalanced and struggling.

I blog because through reading others, finding specific people who inspire me, I have come to terms with what I NEED to do, and where I NEED to go, to earn everything I have always admired and strived for; health.

Through this cyber world I have made both virtual and real friends that are beyond my conception of amazing.

Anytime I need support I know I can call to any one of these ladies and they will understand or be able to say the right thing to make me push through even the most dark situations.

I blog because I want to be that for someone else.

I never want to trigger, or hurt you, or make you sad.

I want to be there if you need me, and in a sense, anyone who reads this is helping me, because I am accountable to someone other than my family who has shown that they will love me no matter what.

When I get negative comments; “You are ugly, you look old, you are selfish…” it only tells me I need to do better and pushes me to re-evaluate my choices or personal recovery plan.

So thank you readers, friends, and bl-amily.

You have helped me so much and I only wish I can pay that forward in some way.

Have a super Monday and remember to PTG!!!!

Splurging

I have discussed in a few posts how important I feel it is to be “savings savvy,” but I do feel there are exceptions to this rule and a moderation principle I failed to address.

Yes, I like to cut coupons, and have given up getting my nails done, because my husband and I are not in the Gates family and we do not have an infinite amount to spend every day, BUT that does not mean I /we don’t deserve to treat ourselves every once in a while.

I remember sitting in a class last summer, learning about addiction and the genetic make-up that may be behind it…whether it be drugs, food, exercise, gambling or spending, all addicts have similarities within their brains and thought process.

The instructor of the seminar made me so fearful that I would leave my residential treatment center after 60 days, go home and become obsessed with something else, that I came back to PA and lived in a social bubble.

“People tend to switch addictions, replace one bad habit with another!” she claimed and it played over, and over and over again in my mind until I paniced over every scenerio that could possibly happen…

Holy shmoly, maybe I will become an alcoholic! Or maybe I will spend everything I have and then some and we will have no money left to survive!

These ridiculous ideas ran through my head the rest of the lecture, meaning I probably did not even hear or take in the end of the lesson (the most important part of the lesson!!) about moderation.

It did start to click, however, when I picked up Genene Roth’s latest book, Lost and Found, Unexpected Revelations about Food and Money.

Roth is pretty famous for her work on eating disorders and the tranlations they have with other aspects of life. I have never actually read her other works, but I could really resonate with this one.

My financial beliefs, decisions, and life mirrored my actions towards food, which all stemmed from the basic idea of self-worth, or my lack thereof.

After college, when I had my own bank account, paid my credit card very responsibly and lived in a house my husband and I bought, I would walk into a store, find something I loved (within my budget I might add) and put it back right away.

Clothes for example….

I would absolutely love a shirt. It would be my size, according to the salesperson look fantastic (I bet they say that to everyone), be on sale and absolutely the perfect purchasing scenario and I would leave it in the store. I would go for entire days to King of Prussia, window shopping, gawking at all the gorgeous sales and reasonably priced accessories, and come home empty handed.

This probably does not sound like such a bad thing, but I used to tell Ryan all about my days adventures and what I could have, or should have bought, and he would ask, “Well, why didn’t you? It sounds like it was a pretty good deal…”

I could not actually answer this question. I wanted the darn shirt! I did think it looked nice. Why couldn’t I buy it?

I could not purchase a $15 dollar blouse because I did not feel like I deserved it.

In my mind I wasn’t worth a lousy 15 buckaroos.

I didn’t mind spending entirely, just spending on myself. I love buying other people things. Who doesn’t love giving a gift and watching the recipient appreciate your choice!?

But at the same time I would drive past, lets say a Panera Bread (ha, Panera overload the past two days!) because it is one of my favorites, and want something for lunch so bad, but I would wait the extra half hour until I got home because I could not justify the ten dollar lunch I would have gotten. Now this example is two fold because this is both a restriction of food and a restriction of money, but do you see how they correlate?

Essentially, I was scared if I bought one shirt at Express, I would need 569487 more. If I splurged and got myself a new pair of boots, I wouldn’t be able to stop spending. It would be boots then jeans then purses and hair clips…I would not be capable of controlling myself!

That’s exactly how I felt about food! It was better to just not start, or go out of my comfort zone and get something I was really craving, because then I would want it ALL the time!

My point is, the world we live in is not black and white. Do not save every penny you have because you feel like you don’t deserve nice things. Don’t sit around at home because you feel you arent worthy of going out for a nice dinner or date. Do these things within your means and it is completely, one hundred percent acceptable and encouraged! Isnt life too short, too unpredictable, to save all those hard earned pay checks and not enjoy the results of your work?

My new philosophy, one I did have before I got all self-conscious and negative about myself, was to save in some areas and splurge in others (kind of the definition of moderation, right?).

For Ryan and I we choose vacations. We love to go away and spend time together and would rather travel once a year to a super awesome trip, than take random little side trips where we cant really relax because we hate the hotel we selected simply because of the rate, or we were only gone for a brief two days.

We are both fortunate enough to have jobs, save some of our incomes for retirement and investments, and pay our bills, so why shouldn’t we use some of what is left over for fun?

If you eat healthily all week, and on Friday night you want a couple cocktails and dessert, shouldn’t you be able to have that? Yes! Yes you should!

Of course everyone is different and your priority may be to save all your money for your children’s’ education, or to purchase a new car, or even donate to charity. The list really is endless, but ultimately I am trying to say, YOU and I are worth it.

I honestly feel that if you put the effort into a job, or some form of societal contribution, you should be able to enjoy some of the rewards.

Does this mean I am going to go buy myself a new Louis Vuitton handbag tomorrow?

No! I wish! But absolutely not.

It means I am working harder to practice moderation, in all aspects of my life.

If you think you might have a problem with deprivation, I am merely suggesting you evaluate your choices, in finances, food, love and countless other areas in life, and maybe you will see you arent living in balance either, or that you restrict things you want because you feel you aren’t worthy.

Like everyone else, you (AND I) deserve to be happy. It is ok to splurge every not and then!

So now, how are you going to treat yourself?

How do you, or are you going to, show yourself you are worth it?

Move On Sister (Or Brother)

I totally intended on posting this the tuesday, after my rant about things that kept me stuck in unhealthy habits, but if you have read pretty much any of my posts before you will know that I have been combatting a nasty case of disordered eating and exercise addiction for a while, and there were quite a few things that prevented me from moving on with my life in a positive manner.
But since I have done a much better job in the last few months, taking care of myself mentally and physically, I was hoping to share a few of the things I changed in order to get to this point.
So how did I move on from my past failures and fallacy of thought, you ask….
Well, there are five things I found to be most helpful, as I have implemented them into my new life.
1. Find positive role models.
Have you ever been in the lunch room and all anyone talks about is how “bad” they were for eating a cookie last night? Or do you watch America’s Next Top Model and wish you had the long skinny legs of that Amazon woman?
I avoid these situations like the plague.
I loved going to the Healthy Living Summit because I was surrounded by women who had the same goals and values as myself, but were way better at implementing them.
They respected their bodies. They liked themselves, and they were smart, driven, beautiful and a seriously fun bunch! These are the women I now try to keep in contact with because they provide me with inspiration every, single, day.
I also boycott shows, magazines, and media that may trigger me. Sometimes this means not reading certain blogs, even, because I compare myself to others, which is absolutely one of the worst things you can do to yourself.
You are YOU and should lead a lifestyle that works for your health. In recovery that may mean eating more food, exercising less, etc. and comparing yourself to someone who is nutritionally, mentally and emotionally “ok” can be detrimental.
The bottom line is, recovery is not something you can do alone, but you need POSITIVE and HEALTHY influences around you, not ones that reaffirm your old habits.
I definitely learned this the hard way, and it took me a while to understand my need to be a bit media sheltered. Just proceed with caution and be honest with yourself if something is not working.
2. Find a purpose.
My anorexia was really selfish. I focused only on losing weight, maintaining my rigid schedule, meal times and safe foods. I didn’t want to let anyone into my world for fear they would hurt or try to sabotage me (sounds a bit crazy, right!) But then things started happening that made me realize life revolves around much more than my little bubble.
Recently my sister lost a baby. There I was agonizing over the French toast I had for breakfast and she was at the doctor learning she had a miscarriage. Talk about putting things into perspective. My French toast dilemma was in all honesty, silly, compared to what she was experiencing and I really needed to give myself a reality check so I could be there for her.
Thankfully I am at a point in my recovery where I can do that; tell my brain to shut the heck up and move on from my insignificant calorie woes, but there was a time where looking beyond me was unfathomable.
I recommend to anyone who is in recovery to find a cause, volunteer, support a charity, because it can help serve as a reminder that there is more to life than food, weight, and calories. Especially if you become involved with something like breast cancer (which I attended a fundraiser for last weekend) it can show you that health is something to be valued, and cherished, not thrown away. Life can be short and taken in an instant so do you really want to spend your time worrying about a little extra around the middle? I know I don’t.
I’m not diminishing the mental component of eating disorders, because trust me, it is completely relevant, and I do a lot of work in therapy on abandonment issues I have had since childhood. But I also work in alternative education where most of my kids do not have parents at all, and that makes me realize there are people in the world that are far worse off than myself.
Sometimes you just have to take a step back and think, “There is someone out there who is worse off than me. And while today I may have a struggle, tomorrow is anew.”
3. Replace old habits with new ones.
After meals I used to literally run to the treadmill. It was my form of purging; getting rid of all the calories I had just consumed. Now after meals I write.
When my dad told me he got married after his actual wedding already occurred (which I was not invited to) I went for a six mile run, after doing 4 earlier that morning.
See a pattern? I would literally RUN from my problems, anxiety and sadness.
Now I believe in talking with others, seeking out support, journaling, playing games, keeping my mind active; anything other than the destructive behaviors I resorted to before.
Similarly, I would get mad at my husband so I would restrict. Who was this really hurting but me? Ryan wasn’t feeling the hunger pangs that gnawed at my belly all day. If I would have just told him how I was feeling maybe the issue could have been resolved and I wouldn’t have been so physically uncomfortable.
I can tell you from experience, now, that being honest, open, and finding new hobbies is much better than aching legs, bone loss, starvation, and suppressed feelings. My life is much more fulfilling now that I am starting to open up and try new things. It was really hard at first, but like I said, nothing in recovery is easy.
Writing has given me a wonderful outlet, and blogging has helped me make a ton of new friends. Treadmills and being too scared to eat in public are pretty lonely existences, but attending seminars, taking a dance class, and going to happy hour, are definitely a good time.
Please try to get out of the box. It is totally worth it.
4. Let go.
I am terrible at trusting people. This stems back from a long line of disappointment in my life from loved ones and others who have taken advantage of me, but my treatment team was not there to hurt me. They were there to save my life.
As much as I believed my nutritionist only wanted to make me fat, she just wanted to make me survive.
My doctor didn’t want to send me away and make me miserable at a hospital. He was trying to prolong my life.
It wasn’t until I got over the irrational fear that everyone was out to get me that I could actually let go of some of my behaviors and follow through with the recovery process. I am still working on this, and it gets a little better day by day, but it all started with acceptance, and trust. With these two things, you will get much further on your journey to health.
5. Believe in yourself.
This may be the most important tip I give you. Because I have been trying my hand at recovery for years, and failed countless times, many people started to give up. I would push, push, push, everyone away so I could be left alone with my disorder, and eventually they responded.
I did not believe I was worth a life better than one consumed by obsession and negative self-talk. I didn’t even truly begin my recovery until I made the conscious decision that I could be a better person. No one could tell me to do it; I personally had to believe it was inside me. This is the key to getting back your health.
Know that you can achieve greatness. You are deserving of a better life. And although recovery sucks, you can totally do it.

What I Wish I Knew Then

This October marked my third year of treatment for eating disorder recovery.
 
Although I now work primarily on an outpatient basis, it has still been a seriously long process of meeting with doctors, therapists, a nutritionist, time spent in hospitals, at residential facilities, and a physical/emotional rollercoaster that I would prefer to disembark sooner rather than later.
But I have to be realistic here. I have been battling disordered eating and unhealthy behaviors since I was seven years old. My journey is not and will not be over any time soon, but for the first time my path is positive. I have made great strides in accepting my changing body. My relationship with exercise has improved immensely, and I no longer run from the feelings that come up since I no longer use restriction and excessive running to escape. As my blog name insinuates, I am truly on my way to become “healthy, happy, and whole.”
As you can probably imagine, or know from experience, overcoming addiction is hard work. It is not a lovely walk in the park filled with sunshine and roses. Instead it is messy, and changing, filled with highs and lows, and although this can be VERY frustrating, it also presents an opportunity to grow, and learn. I can honestly say I would not be where I am in my recovery, a pretty darn positive place, without the many dark periods I have had. Without my past failures, I wouldn’t have been able to learn a ton of new skills that are super helpful in a life moving toward health.
So not that I am an expert or anything, because I still gain new information and insight every single day, I thought it might be helpful to share a few of my downfalls that kept me stuck resorting to destructive habits…
1.Dichotomous Thinking…
 
You may be more familiar with this as black and white thoughts….
 
I still struggle with not categorizing things as good and bad, especially food and exercise;
“Running for 60 minutes is good…if it’s not the full hour it’s bad.”
“Vegetables are good for your body, fats are not…”
Obviously from these two sample statements, you can see that my thinking was (and still sometimes is) flawed. Excessive exercise is not always healthy, and if there happens to be a day when you only get to take a brief walk outside, you should still celebrate the fact that you are moving!
Vegetables are awesome, and taste delicious, but you still need to incorporate lipid sources into your diet in order to have everything function properly!
In life there are shades of gray, because not everything fits into two neatly organized categories. Shocker, right?!
2. Catastrophizing
 
My mom used to say, “Oh CJ, stop making a mountain out of a molehill,” meaning I would typically exaggerate negative outcomes of sometimes pretty minimal situations.
I did this a lot in my recovery….
 
“Oh my gosh, I will follow my meal plan, not run, gain all this weight, get fat and hate myself forever.”
Hmm…sounds pretty extreme right?
Logically I knew my meal plan barely made me gain half a pound a week, I shouldn’t be running because I was in major danger of cardiac arrest, and in my adult life had never been near obese, so I shouldn’t be too worried my body would just skyrocket out of control all of a sudden. Not to mention I already did hate myself so what could be worse than how I felt when I was very sick?
Basically, I was making excuses because I was scared. I feared creating a new healthy life that I no longer knew, mainly because I didn’t like who I was inside, as a human-being. And in all honesty, I would probably ALWAYS view myself as fat, as long as I felt ugly on the inside…
For physical health I knew I had a long way to go, but as far as the mental component, I unfortunately had even farther. This meant I had to let go of the notion that everyone was going to be staring at me like I was a wide-load and just follow my food plan, freeing up my mind a bit to work on what was really important.
Newsflash! Most people are concerned with themselves, their own lives, and are not looking at the bloated belly I was imagining in my mind.
Most people actually wanted to see me get better, and they knew that meant my physical shape would have to change.
I have actually gotten more positive attention now that my body is a bit larger than when I walked around in an emaciated form. And overall I am not as unhappy with my body as I imagined. I wouldn’t go as far to say I like it, because that would be a lie, but I am accepting and ok with the changes.
More importantly than the changes to my body, my quality of life is much better; my relationships are improving, my activity level is able to increase, and I am not a moody beotch because I am starving.
Tons of good things I never even considered are all coming as a result of a few numbers higher on the scale. My world didn’t end because I started eating…in fact, it actually restarted.
3. Linear Thinking
When I first started recovery I thought it would be easy. At that point my feelings were still pretty numb so I wasn’t facing any of the tough emotions that I shoved in the back of my mind for far too many years.
I was also on a pretty low meal plan so I wasn’t gaining anything at all (it could also have been because I never followed the plan anyway) and I wasn’t working, since I was on medical leave, I was making friends, and life seemed ok.
And then it happened…My first therapy sessions where the counselor actually extracted some pretty painful memories from my head and I panicked. This is not what I had signed up for! What happened to smoothe-sailing and getting my life back (minus the weight gain, of course).
Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. And since I got mad at myself for the tears, and having to eat tuna fish sandwiches with actual mayo, I rebelled and just gave up. I stopped seeing my outpatient therapist, half-assed my way through groups, and threw the meal plan out the window.
Recovery to me was over. I tried and failed.
A few months later my family pestered me enough and I tried again; the cycle would persist and I would give up, which continued for another two years.
I never considered that recovery did not work in a straight line.
Why the heck would anyone want to do something with so many highs and lows?! But the more I got angry with myself for having the lows, the worse my recovery would get and I would just stop the process entirely. You have to allow yourself, be patient with the journey, and accept that it might be one of the hardest things you will do in your life….but at least you will have a life, and from what I hear, when you reach a point without so many lows, its pretty darn awesome.
4. Only looking at the numbers.
I always complained that I hated how my team only relied on numerical values to tell them how I was doing.
“DON’T YOU SEE I AM CRYING?! I am letting myself feel! I am trying a dessert! I went out this weekend…don’t you see I am doing better?”
None of those things seemed to matter to anyone, so I stopped letting them matter to me. The scale was the doctor’s way of measuring my progress, so it became mine as well.
…Except higher integers are only ok for so long. Then the games of restriction, corner-cutting and exercise abuse begin again.
Numbers are a major part of my disorder, and something I hope to get away from as I move on in my recovery. I would love if I didn’t feel compelled to weigh myself, count calories, use a Garmin every time I wanted too take a walk or run. How freeing that would feel!
Because everyone else looked past the other milestones in recovery…for example my first Dairy Queen Blizzard since I was in elementary school…I decided they didn’t count and stopped trying to achieve them.
Well you know how some specialists say, “It’s not about the food, weight and calories…“
It really isn’t. I am here to confirm that, because if you ONLY focus on the scale going up, your meal plan increasing, the binge you had last night, the lack of exercise you are allowed to do, you will go nowhere. Your numbers might go somewhere, but YOU, as a person will stay stuck, and that is not the idea behind gaining back your health and your life.
So now that you know all the things that kept me unfortunately trapped in my old habits, I want to share with you some things I changed to move forward…
But for that, you will have to come back tomorrow!
I hope you all have a fabulous monday and come visit me again to see part II 🙂