I have such mixed feelings about goals. On the one hand, they're awesome! I love being able to set a goal and make a list of steps to help accomplish it. Crossing off each item on the list gives such a satisfying feeling, making reaching the goal all the more gratifying!
When you're dealing with an eating disorder, or depression, or anxiety, or any other invisible challenges, goals can feel impossibly painful, adding to the suffering. Thankfully, they can also feel incredibly uplifting, bringing brightness through the clouds.
Right now, I'm working on eating. Again. Still. Whatever. I have been struggling a lot with getting in the appropriate types of foods, and getting enough of them at that. It's not fun. I feel like I've taken ten steps back in my recovery, even though my team would disagree. I'm living the "one day at a time" mindset, or at least I'm trying to, in all areas of my life.
Sorry fellow readers, I'm kinda feeling stuck right now. If I wrote this post in a month, it might be totally different. In fact, I just might do that!