Reading Month Edition
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with understanding.......
Recovery means.....
My team helped me to see that part of recovery means that I start taking care of myself. Start speaking up for myself. Start putting myself on the list (and eventually, at the top of the list) so that I don't burn myself out. So that I don't need to "medicate" with eating disordered behaviors. Because I was so low in my disease, I had no choice but to ask for help, and it's through recovery that I learned how to ask and accept support.
I also think that I let my eating disorder have what little confidence I had. I hid behind it with a plethora of excuses for avoiding the "normal" life experiences that one has as they move through their teen years, their high school years, their college years....
Another thing that really, really helps me is hearing my therapist's voice. It may seem strange or silly, but listening to her has an almost instant soothing effect. Which I need. Cause when I start to spiral down, her voice almost acts as that life preserver that pulls me back up for air, and gives me the chance to get myself to shore.
The thing that scares me the most about both of these issues is the loneliness factor. My eating disorder kept me protected, safe, and numb, which meant that being alone didn't bug me. I actually liked it. Or at least the eating disorder liked it. Now that recovery is in the picture, the loneliness factor hasn't lifted, instead it's shifted - now I can see how alone I am, without the eating disorder to fill my world, and that feels lousy.
I imagine that it will be a lot easier to eat. Though I am making my goal nearly every day, every bite is still an effort, requiring way too much thinking. I hope that it will lead to being slightly more adventurous in food so that I can expand my safe foods list. Ideally, once I'm recovered I will no longer care about the number on the scale. It will no longer hold any power over me. Nor will the number on the tag.
Now that recovery is part of my vocabulary, there isn't anything keeping those feelings and emotions buried. Instead, I have to handle them as they arise, which is something I don't do well. At least not yet. Because those emotions are now free flowing, and I'm feeling everything, my self-esteem is suffering more, and my body image is worse.
1. I am good with technology.
I also enjoy playing with simple graphic design and video editing. It's fun taking a blank screen and creating something that makes people smile. Same with video editing - putting together moments, intermixed with photos, add in a little music - I really enjoy the process, and more than that, I like when people enjoy what's been put together.
Unfortunately, just a short week later, I landed in the hospital from passing out at work. I had never been so appreciative of being pushed as I was at that moment. Had I not spent the previous week working my @$$ off to bring my intake up, I'd likely have been checked in right then and there.
Except the eating disorder.... I was in denial for 20 years that I had a problem with food.... and it wasn't till my current therapist, who convinced me to see a dietitian, to give it another try, if only to learn healthier eating habits (mine sucked.) Turns out, she was thinking ED well before I actually got the "official" diagnosis.
One
of the first resources my dietitian suggested was this book. Impatient
that I am, I ordered it for my Kindle so I'd have it instantly, and
then ordered it so I'd also have the hard copy. And reading it really,
really, really helped me understand how deep I really was. And how hard
it would be for me to end my relationship with Ed.
For better or worse.... I really don't have a role model in recovery. There are two people that do inspire me, though I've never met them, as they are fully recovered. Especially at the start of my recovery journey, I relied on both Jenni Schaefer and Arielle Lee Bair to help me through the pain of the day-to-day experiences in working toward recovery. I've written about them before. Jenni's books have been with me since the first week of recovery, thanks to the Kindle app for my phone. Arielle's videos have helped me through many hard days and nights, as I listened to her words of wisdom.
Anne Marie was "just" a teacher's aide, however, those in education know that a teacher's aide is as vital of a role as a teacher when it comes to the classroom. And in this case, 52 year old Anne Marie, who not only helped in art and special ed, she also gave her life protecting one of her students. Though they both lost their lives, Dylan's parents find comfort in knowing that he was not alone when he died.... he was with his beloved aide. Loving children was part of Anne Marie's world. She had a large family, and enjoyed being around them. She lived her life helping children, and her life was cut short while doing the same thing.![]() |
| Anatomy of an Eating Disorder |
As I have grown, my treatment has adjusted as needed. I have always felt supported, and just because I am seeing my team less frequently, didn't change the support and care I receive. Currently, I see my primary care doctor every other month, my dietitian every other week, and my therapist twice a week.
And all the good Dawn Hochsprung put into the world was not countable either. She reportedly intentionally placed herself in the path of the shooter, trying to protect the school that she called her own. As principal, 47 year old Dawn was an award winner. She loved what she did, and she did it well. To encourage a love of reading, Dawn called upon the "Sandy Hook Book Fairy" as she happily motivated her school to read. She was a wife, mother, grandmother, and a principal pursuing a doctorate degree in her "free time." She put so much kindness into the world, she will always be remembered.
I guess part two of the question is not applicable as my family doesn't even know about my problem. But I will add that eating meals with them is still extremely challenging, and there was a time, not too long ago, when I was still so shaky in my recovery, I actually stopped eating with them at all. I think I was able to slide through nearly two full months skipping the weekly family dinner.