( My plate 😉 just know I enjoyed times 3!!)
This thanksgiving was a turning point in my life it marked an age of new hope and beginning where I truly begin to break free from my vain disorder and grab control of my own life. I recall past holidays were I lied to myself saying that I was cured; that the urges to restrict had left me. But inside I knew I was lying. For when left alone with my thoughts, the guilt, worry, and panic would seep back in like a sickly black poison. I would put on a mask of contentment to hide the rising waves of panic crashing through my thoughts and destroying my peace of mind. The moments crawled by with agonizing slowness as I constantly waited for the celebrations to end. This was not healing, this was not freedom. I was lying to myself if I said I was recovered. How many holidays did I ruin masquerading like this? How many memories and moments of love did I skip out on playing my twisted little game? I am not talking merely about not eating the holiday meal because if you have had an eating disorder you know the repercussions are far greater than that.
Maybe you eat but every single second before and after is spent worrying over the past or present hurdle of food. What will I eat, when will they eat, how will I hide my food, I am going to gain weight, I need to go home, how can I burn more calories. These thoughts swirl endlessly through the mind preventing anything good and pleasant from penetrating the soul. Each moment is spent on the edge of your seat , every fiber of your being strained to the breaking point because if you sit back and enjoy the moment you are missing out on moments to burn off excess calories. How is that living? How is that fair to your family to spend every moment wrapped inside yourself under a maelstrom of misery plastering on a fake smile to please them? Do not lie to yourself any longer. Do not allow under any circumstances for these disorders to dictate how you spend one more holiday of your life. Take back control and realize what you are missing out on.
I am sick with disgust realizing the moments over the years where I broke my families hearts on days meant for joy. This year I am no longer a slave to my mind. I experienced the first truly free thanksgiving in about four years. And the best part was, once I let go of the worry over food and calories, the all American feast was not even the highlight of my holiday. I became immersed in the love and joy I had missed out on over years of anorexia. Disregarding my vain cares about weight and appearance opened the door not only to freedom in my meals, but to the indescribable contentment brought about through friends and family. I could not have asked for a better thanksgiving, and now I can only look towards Christmas with unlimited excitement. Not for the presents or the food, but for the chance to soak up four year’s worth of missed experiences. I want to run home and bask once more in the warm glow of love and laughter. Fill my starved soul with God and merriment.
My heart is breaking for myself and all other fighters still caught in the grips of their own disorders. I cannot express to you enough how tragic it is too loose these moments through your own fear. Only by truly setting yourself free can you realize that you are missing out on much more than a just bite of pumpkin pie.