There are so many things I could write about recovering from an eating disorder. The way you view your body, your body, your ability or inability to accept being imperfect, the food,… the list is never ending.
Every aspect of your life changes with an eating disorder which is hard to believe, but you pretty much strip yourself of yourself and live life blinded by your self. Am I making sense? Probably not.
Every day I realize I have more growth in terms of my recovery which was daunting in the past, but now I see every day as a small victory. I reflect and grow instead of look for things to beat myself up and go back.
One of the things I have missed was being able to trust my mom making my own meals. The only thing I care about is whether or not it is vegetarian. My mom –love her dearly – even uses separate spoons and everything now.
She made a small pot of vegetarian vegetable soup for me with cabbage, corn, lima beans, string beans, okra, etc. The main pot of soup was made with beef, but she made a special little pot for me.
It was delicious most likely due to the amount of love she put into it. I believe in this saying so, so much.
Another one of my favorite things I tried to make myself believe I didn’t miss? Diner pancakes. UGH, the pancakes.
The waitress always laughs at me because I ask for chocolate chips than sugar free syrup. I tell her balance is key and she laughs every time. 😉
This was the second night in a row my mom and I went to this diner. If you it ain’t broke…. Orrrrrr if you like diner food, talking about life, laughing, and meandering Target afterwards.
It’s the small victories in life which matter every day. And those victories are the things to focus on instead of the setbacks.