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Worthwhile Reads 5.21.17

I’m back in the blogging world, which means I’m back to sharing great reads from around the Internet with y’all. This is probably my favorite thing about blogging, in all honesty, because I so enjoy seeking out posts and articles that I think others may enjoy.

Recovery

Women Recovering from Eating Disorders Can Receive Free Fitted Clothes, Thanks to Former Patient

What a great idea to help those in early recovery avoid the anxiety of sizing themselves and shopping for clothes.

It’s a Deadly Fallacy That Eating Disorders Are a Teenage Illness

I still believe that my problematic behaviors around food and exercise would have been taken more seriously if I hadn’t been a successful college student. The belief that eating disorders only plague young, affluent women causes many to miss opportunities to get help.

Lose Your Phone, Find Your Body

One of my favorite online contributors regarding eating disorders (and other things) has nailed it once again. Taking a moment apart from distraction to listen to ourselves is key to overall health, and it is something that I know I could stand to improve upon.

How an Old Dress Helped a Food Stylist Reflect on Her Eating Disorder Past

I have found old clothes of mine and struggled with the sadness of them no longer fitting alongside the relief of being in a healthier place now. Weight changes are hard to deal with, but remembering how much happier we are without our eating disorders, even if we can’t wear the same clothing, is what helps keep us going.

 

Life, Etc.

Are You Settling in Your Relationship?

Relationships require work and compromise, but you should never feel like you’re putting effort into something that is not being reciprocated or appreciated.

How To Keep Up With The News Without Going Crazy

This is something I really struggle with. I want to be informed, but tuning in to the news tends to give me anxiety these days. There are ways to be informed and proactive, while still preserving self-care and your own mental health.

I’m going to take a ride on my bike before work on this beautiful day, so that’s all I have for now. I hope you have a wonderful Sunday!

A Long Overdue Update

 

Good evening! It’s been a cool minute since I’ve written anything on here, for a number of reasons.

Reason one: I’ve been working my ass off. Over the last six months, the amount of stress in my life has shot through the roof, and working tends to be my coping mechanism. I don’t think that’s necessarily bad, but it did mean that I had little time for anything else. Up until the beginning of April, I was working about sixty hours a week between my two jobs, sometimes more, which didn’t leave much time of socializing, rest, or writing.

Reason two: I have had some serious loss in my life lately. One month ago, only five months after her diagnosis, my mom died of kidney cancer. In the months leading up to it, my heart and head both felt immensely heavy and I didn’t know how I could begin to talk about what I was feeling, and I certainly wasn’t doing much writing. In the month since her death, I have felt able to pick myself up again and begin doing what I have found so therapeutic in the past, which is to write.

The last few months have been physically and emotionally exhausting. In the best moments, they have been trying, and in the worst moments, they have felt entirely impossible. I am grateful for all that I have learned in recovery about taking care of myself and processing my emotions, but I know that I have not been investing as much in my mental health as I would like to lately. In the months leading up to my mom’s death, I was working myself into the ground as a way of keeping my mind and body busy, and I was running almost entirely on stress. After my mom died, I spent a few weeks in Montana, dealing with logistical stuff and taking some time to myself. That was a wonderful opportunity to grieve and to pause from the chaos of life, but now that I am back in Portland I am ready to begin living the life that I want to live once more.

An interesting thing has happened in the weeks since my mom died. All of the ways that my mom could have done things differently no longer matter. Every mistake ever made is insignificant. Anything meaningless that may have felt important just fell away. I remember my mom only as the beautiful person and mother that she was, regardless of her flaws and imperfections, and I realized how meaningless it is to waste time wishing we were anybody other than our truest selves. Even in my mom’s final months, she struggled with insecurity and self-doubt. She questioned her value and held back from being who she wanted to be because she wasn’t convinced that she would be accepted. It is heartbreaking now to think of all of the times that my mom, one of the most vibrant and beautiful people I have ever known, felt uncertain of her own worth. Since returning to Portland and developing a routine for myself once more, I feel a new commitment to living the life that I want to live. I don’t know what that means entirely, and it will probably change from day to day and month to month. I do know that life is too short to spend it wishing you were anybody other than yourself. In our last days and our last moments, the thing that shines through is our true beauty, and that is what we are remembered for. From here on out, I want to focus on developing that person, the one that people will remember when I’m gone, and I want writing and blogging to be a part of that development.

All of these points bring me to the conclusion of this post, which is the point where I ask myself where to go from here. My domain name is going to expire in only a couple of weeks, and I need to decide if I want to stick around or close this chapter. In all honesty, food and exercise challenges simply don’t plague me like they used to. I have a fulfilling relationship with a great guy, fantastic roommates, and jobs that I love. While exercise obsession, food concerns, and body image woes are still a part of my life, they don’t feel as front-and-center as they used to. However, I still want to help people struggling with these issues and perhaps the best way to do that is to write from a place that is (at least a little bit) on the other side of them.

When I think about getting rid of this blog, it makes me a little bit sad. Writing helps maintain my sanity, after all, and I am excited for this next chapter in my life. I still have work to do on myself, and I want to share the person that I am becoming with you. Losing my mom has been the hardest, murkiest territory that I have encountered yet. My only hope is that some strength and growth can come out of it, and that I will use that strength to continue developing the person that I am meant to be. I want to write as I navigate this path, to help myself and to help others. I want to show that life is possible after an eating disorder and after great loss, and that what looks like the end of the road may only be a turn.

So, because I don’t feel entirely ready to give up blogging just yet, I think that I am going to be making more regular appearances around here. I may write more about grief, or I may write about graduate school. I might post a recipe or two or talk about navigating long-distance relationships. Maybe I will write about life with two cats (I inherited one of my mom’s and there is nothing but cat drama at my house these days). My roommate and I are talking about reviewing $5 bottles of wine from the grocery store. Who the hell knows what I’ll write about?! The options are endless! I do know that I will be writing right here, though, and I would be glad to have you all as my community.

Cancer, Body Image, and Perspective

Life has handed me a few curveballs lately, and I haven’t spent much time writing at all, on my own or on my blog. The reality is that this last half of my year has left me overwhelmed with a great deal of fear, grief, and uncertainty, and writing has not been on my mind much at all. I’m beginning the new year with an intention to write, though, because I know that it feeds my soul and calms my mind. While a lot of that writing will be happening in my own journals, I anticipate that some of it will make its way to the blog.

Today, I’m putting a few things in perspective. For as long as I can remember, I have thought that my weight mattered. I have thought that I needed to diet in order to lose weight and maintain weight loss, and that getting to the gym every day was the only thing that truly mattered. I spent hours, days, and weeks restricting food, worrying about eating too much food, exercising, weighing myself, feeling guilty, and fretting over how I would lose the weight that I lived in fear of gaining. For years, these things served as the foundation of my life, the thing that was always in the back of my mind if not the front.

This week, as I grocery shopped with my mom, I was hit with the colossal weight of perspective. My mom was diagnosed with advanced kidney cancer about a month and a half ago, and her diagnosis has changed the lives of every person in my family. As we grocery shopped together this week, my mom picked up a box of tea that promised benefits of weight loss. With tears in her eyes, she said, “I wish all I had to worry about was stupid weight loss.” My mom’s comment floored me, and I was struck with the brutal reality that all of the time spent worrying about weight, or about the shape of my body, was wasted time. I remembered the times that I cooked food and wouldn’t share it with anybody because I was obsessed with knowing exactly how much I had eaten. I remembered the declined invitations out to eat with my family and friends because I feared a lack of control of my food. I remembered the anxious, angry person that anorexia made me, and I remembered that person lashing out at my mom more than anybody else. I realized that my obsession with weight loss was not only a waste of time. It also created rifts in my most important relationships, and that is what I regret most. Fortunately, I know that my relationship with my mom is stronger than anorexia, and it is in an excellent place now. Yet I can’t help regretting these lost minutes, hours, and weeks which seem so trivial now.

Along with the grief of the rifts caused by my eating disorder and body image woes, I was hit with deep despair as I thought about all of the people who are lucky enough to have their health, who have not been given a prognosis of five years or one year, who don’t have to live in immediate danger of not seeing their children grow up or their grandchildren come to be. I was hit with despair as I thought about these people, who I now see as the luckiest people on Earth, not being able to see their good fortune because they are too dissatisfied with their bodies. I thought about every person who lives in a healthy body for years and is unable to see their body’s incredible abilities over its inadequacies.

Here is my wish: I wish that it would not take a cancer diagnosis for us to see how lucky we were before. I wish that each of us could see our bodies for what they are: vehicles in which to live our lives. I wish that we could look at our skin and not see its sags and stretch marks but the remarkable job that it does shielding our entire body. I wish we could see the places where fat accumulates and realize how good it is to have some fat on our bodies, how it indicates that our body is absorbing nutrients and protecting our vital organs. I wish that we could view the human body for what it is: a remarkably efficient and intelligent machine.

I have to be completely honest with you. Despite my mom’s diagnosis, I still feel insecure about my body. Trying on clothes at a department store today, I was not feeling particularly attractive, and I know that negative thoughts about myself will likely pop up at different times for the rest of my life. However, I can tell you that I am going to do my best to have a new perspective, and that I am going to try damn hard to appreciate the body that I have while I have it. If you do one thing today, I ask that you do take some steps toward realizing how amazing your are. Even if you can’t get to a place where you are head-over-heels in love with your body, just try to take a few baby steps. Make a list of everything that your body does for you every day, and consider how amazingly lucky you are. Stand in front of the mirror and pick five things that you love about yourself. Do something to give you some perspective, because we are far more capable and far more fortunate than we know.

 

Letting Real Life In

Guess what? I’m still alive! The last few months have been a whirlwind, and I have gone from writing almost every day to being completely incommunicative. My bad. Things in my world have been a bit out of control lately, and writing simply hasn’t been at the forefront of my consciousness, but I decided to check in to write about something I have realized over the last few months, because I feel that it is pretty important. Today, I’m writing about an absolute truth that has become clear to me recently: If you let your life in, it will squeeze your eating disorder out.

An eating disorder, like any destructive behavior, will linger for as long as it serves a purpose. It will be a part of your life for as long as its presence feels necessary. In the first two years of my recovery, I made leaps and bounds. I gave up a good deal of my disordered behaviors, I stopped weighing myself, and I fought the fear of gaining weight and let it happen. Yet I still felt lost without my eating disorder. I still felt incomplete when I wasn’t obsessing over exercise and food, and I still allowed it to control a portion of my life. I eliminated many problematic behaviors, but I clung to the ones that felt impossible to abandon. Rather than fully give up my eating disorder, I found small ways to keep it with me. I scheduled plans in a way that meant I could still feel some control over my food, and I didn’t veer from my food plans if I could help it. I prioritized exercise above most other things, and I found ways to justify that prioritization so that I didn’t have to look too closely at it. I knew that I wasn’t living the life that I wanted to live, but I didn’t know how to change. I felt like I had tried my best, and perhaps this would be as far as I would go in recovery.

And then, I fell in love, and everything changed. I found somebody who values me for exactly who I am, who would rather I spend time with him than spend time working out. I found somebody who does not shame me for my appearance or expect me to diet. To the contrary, he tells me that I’m beautiful. He saves the last bite of something especially delicious for me, and he always offers me another glass of wine. He appreciates high-quality ingredients, but he doesn’t judge me for enjoying a cheap beer or a handful of potato chips. He delights in taking me to restaurants that he loves, and he has never made me feel guilty or ashamed for eating. Knowing and loving this person has drastically changed me for the better, and it has helped me gradually push out some behaviors that I was still clinging to.

I feel fortunate to have found myself in this place, and I know that it is something that I had to wait for, in a sense. There have been other people that I have dated who I didn’t feel ready to give up my behaviors for, and that was part of why I knew they weren’t the right person for me. In fact, I can distinctly remember times when I have stubbornly chosen my eating disorder over something else, simply because that person or thing did not feel any better to me than what I knew, which was my eating disorder. When you meet the person or find the passion that outweighs your disordered habits, you will find that your eating disorder is no longer all that important, and it will gradually take up less and less space in your life.

Although this post might seem rathe optimistic, ironically, 2016 has been one of the worst years of my life. Both of my parents have been diagnosed with cancer in the last seven months, and the future feels uncertain and more than a little bit scary, but somehow I feel okay. I am living the life that I want to live, and that has given me a sense of gratitude that I never could have achieved otherwise. It has taken anorexia and recovery to heal my relationship with myself and others, and I’m overwhelmingly grateful to have arrived at this place. Moments of fear and tragedy can be fertile ground for relapse, and I’m happy to say that the opposite has happened with me. Rather than dive farther into disordered behaviors because of the uncertainty in my life, I have realized how meaningless it is to waste a life full of promise on the never-ending goal to reach a state of physical perfection. It wasn’t until I reached a place where I began to see that life is too short to waste it in a small space of disordered eating and exercise that I met somebody who helped pull me farther out of that dark and lonely space, and he has helped me remember how much life there is to be lived.

This is on my mind in a big way today, because I just spent a week with my significant other, who lives in another town. It was Thanksgiving weekend in the US, and I wasn’t with any immediate family, which was hard. But for the entire week, I didn’t obsess about exercise. For a whole week, I didn’t overthink how much I was eating or drinking. And, because of that, I have a wonderful week’s worth of memories with this person. If I had told him that he couldn’t come because it would interfere with my exercise routine, or hadn’t let him stay with me because I felt the need to retain control over my food choices, which I most certainly would have done in the past, I would have missed out on the opportunity to grow closer to this person and to enrich our relationship, all in the interest of maintaining my comfort. After a week working out and controlling my food, I would have felt lonely and isolated in a time of great stress, with little support around me. Perhaps I would have felt slightly more secure in my body knowing I hadn’t missed a workout, or slightly safer about the way in which I ate because my food was being controlled, but to what end? If your obsession with food and exercise keeps you from living your actual life, it is absolutely not worth it. But you won’t know it’s not worth it until you give that real life a chance, and that has to come at the right time. It has to come at a time when you feel strong enough to take some risks, courageous enough to step off of the ledge and see what happens, and supported enough to deal with the fallout. And, sometimes, it takes a wakeup call to remind you how short this life can be, and to help you realize that life and love are the only valuable pursuits.

Nobody can tell you when your eating disorder will feel like it no longer serves you. And, as much as I would love to promise that it will happen in a timely and calculated way, that simply isn’t true. There are things that you can do to help that time come, though, and I wholeheartedly believe that they help. You can surround yourself with support, and with people who you genuinely love and enjoy. You can try to keep a distance from those who are food and exercise obsessed, so that you can focus your attention elsewhere. You can research things that interest you, go to events that sound fun, and make an effort to meet new people. It may take a while, but with some hard work and a lot of faith, you will reach a point where your real life is millions of times more important than your eating disorder. There may be moments when it still feels important, but you will find that they are fewer and farther between. I don’t believe that it is every too late, and I don’t believe that it is possible to have too many second chances. If you are willing to work for it and wait for it, it can happen, and it is the most liberating feeling in the world when it does.

As always, thanks to Amanda for the opportunity to link up today. I hope you all have a wonderful start to the last month of the year, full of light and love.

Worthwhile Reads 10.23.16

Good morning! It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for another Worthwhile Reads linkup. There have been some great posts and articles out there this week, and I’m excited to pass them along!

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Recovery

‘Mood Light’ Turns Women Against Weight Watchers

Well, this is bullshit.

On The Subject Of Childhood Dieting

So much of this author’s story resonates with me, and she makes some excellent points about the dangers of putting kids on diets.

5 Tips For Talking (And Not Talking) About Food

Good advice for absolutely everybody, especially those close to somebody in recovery.

Dangers of the Clean Eating Trend Among Food Bloggers

Yep. Food blogging for somebody with a history of eating disorders is sketchy territory, and it can create a dangerous environment of comparison.

Life, Etc.

Universities are Making Radical New Changes In How They Deal With Rape

With campus rape a disturbingly common problem, it’s good to see progress being made.

7 Drinks To Avoid If You Don’t Want A Hangover

Going out and having a few drinks is a blast, but feeling like you were hit by a bus the next day most definitely is not.

Hugs For Your Jugs

A great post on boob-centric body positivity.

That’s all for this week, folks! Thanks to Amanda for the linkup, and enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Three Years Later

Good morning! I woke up this morning feeling as though I needed to write. Today is, in some senses, my recovery anniversary. Three years ago today, I left Indiana for Montana, where I would intensively focus on recovery for the next two years. As I prepared to write today’s post, I had a hard time narrowing down what it was that I wanted to say; there is so much. My life three years ago feels entirely unrecognizable, as if it happened to somebody else and I merely read about it. I remember snippets that stay with me, though, and they still send shivers down my spine. I remember the feeling of panic that was always within me, as if my heart was going to collapse in on itself with anxiety. I remember getting back from my early morning bike rides and being so cold that I couldn’t use my hands for half an hour. I remember having a breakdown when my mom changed our dinner plans. I remember the drive back to Montana with my dear cousin, feeling like a failure the entire way.

Looking back over the last few years, it is clear to me now that I was in no way a failure. I was courageously seeking a life better than the one that anorexia had offered me, and moving home was the way in which I needed to do that. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. It’s still hard for me to believe that I uprooted my life in order to seek treatment at home, but then I remember how desperate I felt. I didn’t have a choice, and in some ways I’m grateful for that. There are people who live for years, if not decades, with anorexia, bulimia, or another eating disorder because they have not yet reached a breaking point where recovery is the only option, or because they haven’t had the support necessary to pursue recovery. I’m grateful that my breaking point came early, and that I was lucky enough to have the support that I needed to halt my life full-stop and make a change.

In my pursuit of recovery, I found some excellent resources for support in addition to my friends and family, such as this website and this one. I found these resources immensely helpful and I wanted to help others in the in-between of sickness and health, which is why I began this blog. I wanted to be a resource for those who felt crazy and confused, and I hope that I have been able to help readers feel understood through this site in the way that I felt understood when I found resources for myself. None of these sites alone have made recovery easy, but they have certainly helped me along the way. Even though it sounds cliche, recovery is a journey, and each and every resource that helps us along that journey is worthwhile.

I still get down on my body. I still feel discouraged by my shape and my weight. It is still hard for me to hear people talking about diet changes and workout routines and not feel compelled to jump on board or, at the very least, feel really shitty about myself for not doing so. Recovery, for me, has not meant full body love and acceptance. I’m working on it, but I’m not there yet.

Recovery has not given me a magic key to body acceptance, but it has given me countless other things. It has meant no longer having dry skin or tattered hair. It has meant one or two (or three) drinks out with friends. It has meant dinner dates and movie nights. It has meant the return of my sense of humor and goofiness. It has meant living in a house with shared food and having that be completely okay. It has meant adopting a cat from the animal shelter and feeling like I can care for and about something outside of myself. It has meant falling in love. In short, recovery has given me life.

Thinking of how small my world was in the depths of anorexia, and even in early recovery, devastates me. I was petrified of gaining weight, and my entire life revolved around food and exercise. My parameters were so ridged that I couldn’t enjoy anything, all in the interest of keeping my size under control. What a fucking waste it was, and how glad I am now to not know my weight, to buy bigger pants without a panic attack, and to know with confidence that I am actually living my life. I feel like I say this in almost every post, but please know that recovery is worth it. It is so worth it. And it’s the only way to show society that being smaller does not make us happier. I feel as though sharing my story, teaching those around me that losing 100 pounds did not give me nearly as much purpose as gaining 50 of those back has, is the only way to help people understand how detrimental our obsession with weight is. I weigh more now than I did three years ago, and I am a hell of a lot happier.

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This brings me to the end of my post, where I make an exciting announcement. A few months ago, a dear friend of mine contacted me about appearing on the podcast that she works on, called Here Be Monsters. She knew me at my heaviest weight, watched me descend into anorexia from afar, and wanted to know the story behind the experience. I was honored to be considered, and we spent a wonderful weekend talking together. And today, on my three year recovery anniversary, the show is airing! Head over to http://www.hbmpodcast.com/ to check it out after 1:00pm Pacific Time!

 

Worthwhile Reads 9.25.16

Hey there! I’m actually blogging twice in one week, and I can hardly believe it, but I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to get in on Amanda’s weekly link-up. It was another week of great reads, and I can’t help but pass them along. Enjoy!

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Recovery

Normal Eating is Healthy Eating

Robyn nails down some great points once again.

Nobody Cares How Much You Weigh

Things recovery has taught me: people don’t care how much you weigh, and you likely do not see yourself the way that others see you.

This New York Fashion Week Was The Most Body-Positive Yet

We have a long way to go, but we’re making progress.

Anti-Obesity Message Contributing to Rise in Eating Disorders

Ugh.

When Workouts Go Too Far

Repeat after me: it is possible to exercise too much.

Life, Etc.

‘A Five-Alarm Threat to Our Future Food Supply’: Experts Describe Bayer-Montanto Merger

This kind of stuff makes me a little nervous.

 

That’s it for this week- I hope the rest of your Sunday is fantastic!

What I Ate Wednesday 9/21/16

Good morning! I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing in general, and back into the habit of blogging. As I have moved through the recovery process, blogging has felt less necessary for me, primarily because I’m just so busy. I think it is really important for there to be blogs out there of people who are pursuing full lives through recovery, though, and I want to be that kind of blog. So, I’m back at it today! I’m linking up with Jenn to share a day’s worth of food with you, which I haven’t done in quite some time.

This particular day was one in which I was visiting Indiana for my best friend’s wedding. I landed at 6am in Chicago, and I was starving when I got off of the plane. Before getting on the train to Indiana, I stopped at Panera for some oatmeal and a whole lot o’ coffee.

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oatmeal with strawberries and pecans

While on the train, I snacked on a bag of trail mix that I had brought with me.

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My friend picked me up in Indiana, and we grabbed some lunch on the way into town. One of the grocery stores there has a great salad bar, so we decided to stop there.

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salad with cottage cheese, garbanzo beans, and  vinaigrette

After I had settled in for a few minutes, it was time for my friend’s bachelorette party group yoga class! If you’re ever hosting a bachelorette party, I highly recommend this idea. It was such a nice way to spend time together, and it was something that my friend absolutely loved.

When we finished with our class, we went back to my friend’s house to get ready for our bachelorette party dinner. While we were getting ready, we snacked on various little things to hold us over until dinner.

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Oreo cookies, pretzel sticks, and unpictured M&M’s. 

After we had fancied ourselves up, we headed out to dinner together at a nice restaurant. Everything looked incredible, and after much deliberation I decided to order mussels and a plate of goat cheese, which came with little toasts. I also ordered a cocktail with jalapeno-infused vodka, which was absolutely delicious.

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We got home pretty late, and I was exhausted from a long day of travel. I walked to the house where I was staying, had a little snack, and collapsed into bed.

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homemade granola, m&m’s, and pretzels

It was wonderful to spend the weekend celebrating my friend’s wedding, especially because food fears feel so far away to me now. They are still there, and they occasionally pop up unexpectedly, but I feel as though I can actually live my life now. I can have a cocktail while out to dinner because it’s a special occasion. I can order what I really want at a restaurant. I can travel without crippling anxiety.

With these freedoms, I have gained weight. There was a time when that idea was the most terrifying thing in the world to me. Now that I’m living it, though, it doesn’t feel quite so scary. I have gained weight, but I can think again. I have gained weight, but I can exercise without feeling exhausted. I have gained weight, but I have gained a life as well. If you feel like you are the exception in recovery, the person who really does have to restrict forever, let me assure you that you are not. I’m going to be entirely honest: you will probably need to gain weight, but it will be so fucking worth it.

Worthwhile Reads 9.18.16

Good morning! I finally have some time to sit down and put together a Worthwhile Reads for y’all. I’ve come across some great reads over the past couple of weeks, but I’ve just had too much going on to do much blogging. I’m still here, though, and I’m glad to be able to share some of those reads with you today!

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Recovery

Saying Goodbye to Size “Sick”

Accepting a larger size is hard, but it is so essential for recovery.

Extreme Hunger in Eating Disorder Recovery: Why You’re Not Bingeing and Other Fears Explained

If you’re struggling with extreme hunger, please read this.

How I Learned That My Body is Beautiful Just the Way It Is

Such a beautiful story of choosing to love ourselves and our bodies as they are.

The Fuck It Diet is Temporary

Does healing ourselves mean never exercising again? No. Does it mean we can’t choose salad over fries again? Of course not. But being more extreme in our recoery may be what we need while we rid ourselves of our disordered relationship with food and our bodies.

 

Life, Etc.

The Worst Types of Workplace Sexists – And How to Avoid Them

Sexism is something we can deal with in any work environment, and it’s good to be equipped with how to handle it.

Teen Creates App So Bullied Kids Never Have to Eat Alone

This is so cool! It’s great to see young people with creative minds doing so much good.

Why Women Need a Tribe

Amen to this. It is so vital to have a strong support system for our entire lives.

It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are

Such a fascinating concept to consider in our efforts to understand trauma.

That’s it for this week’s links – I hope your week starts out wonderfully!

Worthwhile Reads 9.4.16

Good evening, lovely readers! Things have been a little crazy in my life, so I haven’t had blogging on my mind much. In fact, I was heading to bed last night when I thought to myself, “Oh shit! Tomorrow is Sunday and I haven’t put together a Worthwhile Reads post!” I was too tired to throw one together last night, but better late than never, right? After all, I do have some great reads to share with you all.

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Recovery

Losing The Diet Is Not Losing

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the point at which dieting becomes disordered, and this post is a great resource for giving up dieting even in its most seemingly innocent forms.

My Body Positive Journey

There isn’t necessarily a before and after in our journeys with our bodies. They are ongoing, and ever-changing, which is pretty incredible.

Weight Watchers Led to My Eating Disorder. Here’s How.

It seems like Weight Watchers is often seen as the healthiest diet because it teaches things like portion control and doesn’t demonize some foods over others as much as some diets do. It can, however, lead to an eating disorder in the same way that any other diet can.

Surprise: Not Shaming People About Weight Helps Combat Both Anorexia And Obesity

Seriously, people. Can we finally learn this lesson?

I’ve Experienced Fat Shaming and Thin Shaming and I Can Tell You Which One Is Worse

Yup. Thin shaming isn’t good by any stretch of the imagination, but fatness does not hold the same positive connotations as thinness does, and that is the reality.

Life, Etc.

 

Why Talking About Death Should Be a Natural Part of Life

Amen to this. I used to work at a grief center for children and families, and I can’t overemphasize the importance of speaking about death in an honest and open way.

11 Ways To Make Dating Fun And Not Stressful

Dating always kind of sucks, but there are ways to make it suck less.

That’s it for this week! Have a fantastic Monday!

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