I tried to DIY my recovery many times by adding a few calories to my restrictive diet. But 1500/2000/3000 calories just felt like this tiny tease, those extra so many calories just a tiny crumb. I began to internalize the idea that if I ate a normal amount of calories, I'd be just as plagued by hunger (true at the time) and it seemed hardly worth the effort. Better to just stay thin, I'd be tortured by hunger either way.
Adult Eating Disorder Recovery
I've had this shift in my perception over the past couple of weeks that I will try and articulate, I was feeling in despair and anxious about weight gain. I decided to let go completely of
Today, during my morning scroll through Facebook I saw a video that had been shared for a new Netflix show. The person who had shared the post seemed excited about this show. Unfortunately, I was not so excited after watching the trailer.
I’m sure you’ve heard it all: “work with a treatment team,” “love your body,” “throw out the scale,” to name a few. So, I’m not here to tell you what you already know. Even then, if knowledge was enough to recover from an eating disorder (ED), we’d all be in the centerfold of Recovery Today. I’m here to give you some strong, lasting jewels of advice that were cornerstones in my own personal journey with ED recovery during pregnancy. Or, for lack of more graceful words, I’m here to help you and your baby survive—and thrive. Because, let’s get real for a minute: Babies born to HYPERLINK "https://www.anred.com/pg.html" mothers with ED are at higher risk to have birth defects, be born prematurely or at a low birth weight, have lower IQs, have cerebral palsy, be retarded and emotionally infantile and dependent, have underdeveloped social skills and the inability to form successful relationships with other people; and mothers with ED are more likely to miscarry or have a stillborn.
Sometimes I get caught up in the future. Tabitha talked about this in one of my favorite podcasts with Thom Rutledge; that sufferers are so overly focused on the future and that is totally me. It’s the constant wonder of how I will be one year from now, one month from now and even, one meal from now. Of course, these are not positive wonderings.
One of the biggest unknowns for me is how and what I will eat once I have stabilized and live in the world as a recovered person. While I struggle with doubt and fear and anxiety about eating today, I can push through this thinking "I need this, I need to gain, I need all this food to recover, rebuild and restore my body" and I get that there is no such thing as too much food in recovery. There is no such thing as too much food in recovery. Those last 2 words stop me.
I’ve been on this Earth for 36 years and I’ve lived for 12 of those.
I say this, because for the past 24 years of my life, I’ve struggled with an Eating Disorder. I say “struggled” because Eating Disorders are not something people enter into willingly. They are not some hobby that people take on for reasons of vanity or selfishness. Quite simply, they are a mental illness and not a choice.
Affirmations; statements said with confidence about a perceived truth. Affirmations have been a staple of self-help and self-improvement work for decades. They have helped so many people make significant changes in their lives; but they don't always work for everyone. Why can one person have great success using this tool, while another sees no results at all?
"Breaking the Disordered Rules"
So here I sit at 12:20pm eating my lunch.
What is that ED? I’m not allowed to eat my lunch until 1pm?
‘No lunch before 1pm’ is just one of the many, many illogical rules that you force me to follow. I know how this works.
Being in a body is a whole new thing for me. It is completely different than merely, having a body. I have had a body and to be honest, I tried to hide from it, most, if not all of my life. Writing that makes me sad. The human body is an amazing wonderful gift. The body allows us to be in life, to explore, discover and connect with people, nature and the world around us.
It’s been a while since I have seen my little brother. I say “little,” but he is actually 6ft2, a good 5 inches taller than me. Again, I say “little,” but he’s actually a 21 year old man now. Every time I see him, he seems to have grown. There is only 2 years difference in age between us. We grew up together. We both have brown hair and blue eyes and glasses. Yet, I have Anorexia Nervosa (AN) and he doesn’t.