( The photo on the left was taken a year and a half after “recovering”, I have no photos of my body at its worst. The photo on the right is taken one year later after I decided to stop living a half life. 18lbs and a whole lot of work between these two pics)
Okay so this has been weighing heavily on my heart recently due to many questions on Instagram and my own realizations. Gaining weight in recovery is one of the most terrifying and mentally draining experiences; it is truly the only way to heal and yet goes against our eating disorder’s basic nature. In the beginning it feels wrong; as if you are violating your body’s basic needs. When you have been stuck in a system focused solely on restriction and weight loss the mental switchover to mending your relationship for “what is healthy” is practically a mental civil war. You are literally re-programing your mind. When you force this mentality on yourself, that eating is a negative thing, while your body and mind are at a low malnourished and vulnerable state you are creating a nearly irreversible monster. However, there is hope! It shines through every recovery story, every determined bite and every rebellious pound gained! You can fight the disorder and you can recapture your own mind! I am no expert by any means and my story is probably different than yours but I will try my hardest to relate to you how I dealt with and am still learning to accept weight gain and maintaining a healthy weight.
In the beginning I was just like every other girl trapped in anorexia’s clutches; I despised seeing the number creep up and up, even after hiding a snack or taking a walk (this is after my body went through the hyper metabolism period). It was infuriating. I considered the fact that maybe I was doomed to a slow metabolism for the rest of my life. I made the mistake of comparing my meal plan to girls sicker than myself and wondering, “Why am I gaining weight and they’re not? Why can’t my metabolism be so fast?”. This is where lesson one in accepting weight gain came into play: My recovery and my body are my own. Not anyone else’s and for only myself to accept and accomplish. Comparing my recovery to these other girls is simply not fair. Everyone’s bodies are different and will recover in different ways and stages. I realized that fighting the weight gain was futile; what did I want to accomplish? Whether I gained weight by not eating a cookie or by eating a cookie I was gaining weight so I might as well suck it up and enjoy the cookie. The bottom line I learned during these last two weeks in inpatient: Comparison only drags you backwards and stagnant weight only means more wasted minutes of our precious lives.
Once I sullenly accepted the weight gain as inevitable in order to gain my life back; I had to find ways to cope with it. *Now, these are the things that worked for ME. I understand they might sound disordered to others but maybe they can help too. Please remember everyone is different and for ME this helped me grind through every added pound.*I began to avoid mirrors so as not to trigger myself. This helped in two ways: one out of sight out of mind right? And two, remarkably, it began to challenge my body dysmorphia. Now instead of trusting my eyes for my size I had to rely on my spatial awareness and low and behold do you know what I discovered??? I did not take up as much space as I thought. The belly that felt like it was protruding endlessly; I could reach inside myself and rationalize how this was simply not true. Mirrors lie and so will your eyes, but a simple recognition of the true amount your body takes up can be an extremely grounding practice.
Consequently; once I stopped looking in mirrors I stopped body checking. What are you going to achieve by body checking every second of every day? Yes! You are gaining weight and your body is getting bigger! That is the point of recovery! Why are you torturing yourself with this sadistic practice of body checking and then berating yourself?? Trust me on this one; give up the thigh checks, rib clutches and collarbone fetishes. It is still a mystery what your recovered body will look and feel like so relax, trust your body and your support team. They are not in it to make you fat merely to heal you. Over time you will come to fear the weight gain less and less because you are not obsessing over it. The time you normally spent body checking and fretting will have become filled with other more pressing distractions. You might even find yourself smiling.
The last piece of advice I have to offer (besides distracting yourself, forgot about that one!) is to wear baggy clothes in the meantime. This is probably my most controversial piece of advice but I know recovery and I know an anorexics mind and I can tell you from personal experience that sitting with weight gain is made 100X harder when wearing tight pants. I’m sorry but it is. This is not to say that you will never wear jeans or your favorite tank top ever again! It just may be a time where those pieces of clothes are more of a hindrance than a help to your recovery. Tuck them away until you feel strong enough to accept the brush of fabric on your body. It will come! Just the other day I went jean shopping because I have finally come to a place where I realized squeezing myself into old jeans simply to satisfy my disorder was ridiculous. It was time to put aside my pre-pubescent body and except the fact that I am a women and I do not wear size 00 or 0 at teen clothing stores anymore. You need to look at yourself in this light too; are you 20? Then remember you are a women or a man and should realistically not look like a child anymore. Are you 15-16? Realize your body is still growing and changing and how detrimental anorexia is at this stage in life. (I will forever be 5 foot 2 because I stunted my growth.)
(Sorry for the poor quality; but here is a great example of not looking your age due to malnutrition. Again on the left is me 1 and a half years after my treatment. I am 18. I do not look anywhere near 18. Again on the right is me one year later 18lbs heavier 5lbs above the Doctors “recommended” healthy weight and feeling like I am actually living again.)
Now it’s your turn; how are you going to accept what will finally set you free? Are you ready to finally, finally leave all the tears, hurt and pain behind? I hope you are because if I have learned anything in this past year it’s that even the smallest amount of disordered thinking can creep in and steal every single moment from you. It will crush your joy and tear family and friends apart. Let me tell you that you can stop fooling yourself right now. Any form of an eating disorder is NOT living. Are you going to let a few pounds stand between you and your passions, your dreams? Because I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that an eating disorder will.