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“THE E.D. HEADSPACE”

I wasn’t going to write today. Well, actually that isn’t entirely true. This morning I woke up with the intention of writing at some point and had a whole plot line of what I wanted to talk about. However, that was quickly derailed. I’ll be honest here. Today, is a rough day! I was starting to think I was coming up on the other side of this whole thing. I was actually thinking that I had turned a corner and either my body was finally waking up and doing what it was supposed to do, like digest my food and then distribute it normally to my body or my mind was finally waking up and I was no longer seeing some distorted and exaggerated version of myself. I was more than hopeful. I was elated.

But today I find myself right back in it. I’ve often tried to describe to my husband or friends what it feels like when I am in my “E.D Headspace.” The closest description I can come up with would be to imagine you are just going about your day, doing all the things you need to do and all the while, someone is following behind you, constantly clapping their hands in your ear. Its distracting, its overwhelming and it’s all consuming. The negative thoughts and feeling like you just want to get away from your own skin, but you can’t. It’s like being held hostage but your captor is your mind.

So what set it off? Why am I reeling today when yesterday and the day before that, I felt so confident. Today it’s a pair of shorts. It sounds so ridiculous when I say it out loud. That an article of clothing can send an otherwise rational grown woman, into such a tailspin that she feels closer to giving up than trying harder. Even now as I sit here typing, watching my girls play soccer in the front yard, I am far less focused on what I am writing, and much more focused on the fact that I can see my stomach in my peripherals and it seems so “VISIBLE”!!

Would anyone else who walked by even notice my stomach? Probably not. Has anything changed from yesterday when I felt so confident, to today, when I feel absolutely awful? Nope.. literally nothing. So why does this happen and for the love of God, when will it stop? I don’t have an answer. I wish I did… I really do. What I do know is, I abused my body for 20 years. 20 years of extreme restriction, laxative abuse and over exercising and I want it all fixed in a few months. I don’t think its going to work like that. Part of me knows that if it was that easy to fix, I wouldn’t work so hard to stay in recovery. Does that make sense? If I knew, it only takes a few months and I’m back to healthy, I would have far less desire to never have to go through this again and would most like relapse that much quicker.

But I don’t want to go through this again. And I know for a fact my body can’t handle what I was doing before again. So where does that leave me? I have to keep going. I have to see what’s on the other side. These days suck. There is no nice way to word that. But I would be a total fraud if I didn’t remain completely transparent. I wanted to start this blog so that other people going through this journey, who may be feeling this way, on these certain days, can find this blog in their fit of desperation and know that they aren’t alone. We are fighting for our lives here, literally. Some days are really ugly in that battle. This just happens to be one of those days. But I’ve had a taste of what it feels like when you begin to feel like yourself again, and that taste is enough for me to keep pushing on. I hope you do too!!!!

6 Months..That’s the Magic Number?!

So, I am 6 months into recovery. And when I tell you I was so excited to get to this point in recovery, I can’t even find the right words to express the anticipation and excitement. But why Beth…what’s the deal with six months? Well, I’ll tell you, if for no other reason, than to help you avoid this elusive mind game that is 6 months. If you are anything like me, and I am hoping someone else is out there, I am always looking for some indicator as to how far along in the recovery process I am. A sort of “mile-marker” if you will. Some type of indicator that I am on track and that there is some type of relief just ahead. That’s where the whole six months comes into play.

As I mentioned before, there were countless nights where I was awake and searching desperately for some life preserver to let me know that what I was feeling was in fact normal and the symptoms and discomforts I was experiencing was on track and completely how they should be. Which, I feel I need to interject here that this type of behavior, although completely normal, is doing us no favors and we should probably knock it off… easier said than done, I know but still. Anyways, everything I read kept coming back to 6 months. “In six months, you’ll begin to feel this”, “in six months, weight will redistribute…blah blah blah”, “in six months, you won’t feel like you are crawling in your skin and every article of clothing you put on feels like a boa constrictor squeezing the every ounce of hope out of you”… you know, stuff like that. EVERYTHING leads my ED brain to believe that relief was waiting for me at the 6-month mark!

So here we are …. 6 Months! We did it baby! I don’t know exactly what I was expecting. Maybe the morning of the 6th month, I flutter open my eyes, as opposed to jumping up and running around packing school lunches and downing liquid energy, i.e… coffee at mass quantities to get the day going! Maybe not today…today I would awaken gently by the sound of birds singing like in Snow White and miraculously all the struggle is gone! I look in the mirror and suddenly appreciate every single thing about my body which is no longer struggling with being bloated and having all the weight distributed to my stomach and thighs in an awkwardly miss proportioned way… everything is exactly as it should be…all is right in the world!!

Oh my God!! WAKE UP LADY!!! Listen, I’m not saying this isn’t going to be your experience…maybe you will hit six months and it will be fabulous for you. I’m just saying, for me, all that hope and all that pressure that I put on poor 6 months, BAD IDEA.. and for what…. nothing looked different. And I was mad. I felt lied to and I felt like surely there must be something wrong with me. Why am I not everything that I have read or seen on Instagram. How am I failing at recovery? And that’s when it hit me. And that’s part of the idea behind this whole blog.

There is no set standard for this recovery process. Let me repeat that for those of you who are still struggling…THERE IS NO SET STANDARD FOR THIS RECOVERY PROCESS!!! You have to let that go babes. It’s not doing you any favors! There are moments when I feel like I am totally dominating this recovery and there are other moments when I feel like it’s totally dominating me!!! The point is, even though it may seem like I am alone in this whole process because surely everyone else is meeting the 6 months mark like a boss and I am the only one who can’t seem to get it together… I would venture to say there is at least one other person who can relate to this feeling…. one other person who is looking around like, now what? I just keep going? I just continue to do what I have been doing for the last 6 months? You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!?? So that’s where I am today… just like yesterday and most likely tomorrow… but you know what I keep telling myself? What if tomorrow is the day I turn the corner. Whatever that means, I’m honestly not even sure. But that gives me hope. The hope I need to continue to work and show up not just for me but for my kids, my husband and all the people who have showed up for me through this process. I can’t possibly be the only one who is going through this. So….. are you out there???