PART 3: Recovery limbo and the Choices that define us
(**Now for this phase of recovery I DO have photos! I began to take them more often after starting an instagram account)
Enter a short moment of post recovery sunshine! For about 2-3months I actually felt like my old self again, eating pretty well, and eating a good variety, but like I said; quitting treatment cold turkey was going to come back to haunt me.
I entered my junior year and passed through it without much trouble, for the next roughly two years things seemed to return to normal. This enters the stage I call “quasi recover” or “recovery limbo” I was free from treatment, I was barley touching the minimum weight for my height and in my parents eyes I was eating. Everything is fine right? Wrong! If you are reading this and get nothing else from this post please at least take this: recovery is not just “eating”, recovery is NOT still trying to keep your body as small as possible, recovery is NOT reverting to eating only healthy foods in order to prevent any chance of weight gain. You may be a healthy weight but you may not be recovered. That was me. I was still terrified of food. I would only eat between 1500-1800 cals a day + exercise because I was still so terrified of weight gain. I thought that as long as I kept my cals low, and stayed skinny life would be good. As long as I never ate my fill I would never gain. I reverted to skipping lunch and breakfast all during my junior and senior year. I found a teachers room I could sit in during lunch instead of having to endure the cafeteria. Do you see how disordered I still was? I hope so because if this relates to you please stop now. I was not living, I was fooling myself into thinking I had beat anorexia while the entire time she had escaped the purge and lived on in a new disguise. A disguise called “clean eating” probably orthorexia (Which IS a problem people. It is an extremely restrictive diet that leads to weight loss, health problems and loss of quality in life. Just because you eat clean doesn’t mean you are orthorexic, if you restrict your quality of life and damage your body in the process then yes, you might have orthorexia) I refused to eat chicken I didn’t think was organic. I refused to eat food my mom made because it wasn’t completely unprocessed. I would work out for 2-4hrs every single day in fear of gaining weight. Eventually this began to take a toll on my body. It couldn’t keep up with this punishing regime forever.
( Here I was the minimum weight for my height and age. I was 18 years old with the body of a 12 year old from my destructive eating habits. Ana was holding on.)
February of my senior year in high school I could not hide the slow progression of relapse beginning to grip my body. My mom cornered me about my size and weight. I returned to the doctor. ( if you follow my Instagram strong_steady you can actually see this part of the journey and my food 180. At the very beginning of my feed there is a video of my mom and I sharing a brownie sundae, that was the weekend after this doctor appointment.) I was given an ultimatum for probably the 5th time while in recovery: Get better or get treatment. Gain weight or no college. Now remember how earlier I made the decision to recover? Well here comes the second more scary crucial decision making step in recovery; the decision to break from your disorder for good. Forever. No more skimping on food. No more obsessive exercise and NO more of living in a state of constantly being underweight. I was scared shitless. Even during treatment I had no intention of completely leaving anorexia because I had the notion that in keeping her around I was ensuring I never became overweight. To hear that I needed to end this toxic relationship, leave my coping mechanism behind once and for all. It was the scariest journey of my entire life. I felt as if I was facing a mountain with no summit in sight (it’s the cliiiiimb… ok sry XD)
If you have not made this step in recovery yet you have not “truly” began recovery. You may be gaining weight but are you fighting the real enemy? Are you really making an effort to purge this disease from your mind or are you desperately trying to cling on to your disorder? Because until this moment I had neglected the mental side of recovery and now I was facing what should have been conquered years ago. This is where the real fear set in, purposefully making bigger more calorie dense meals ON MY OWN. No one told me out-right to, this recovery was going to be different. I was accepting the fact that only I could help myself, only I could make this work. It was time to stop hiding behind my parent’s ignorance and start taking my life in my own hands. I got a therapist (probably the best one I’ve ever had), I stepped back into the arms of God and I began to eat REAL food! Sandwiches with full calorie bread! Avocado, hummus, peanut butter bananas! All those higher calorie nourishing foods I had started to avoid! Every time I ate it was my choice: make your calories for the day or face relapse. It was terrifying, it was hard but it was necessary. Some days I would cry others Ii felt invigorated! This was the hardest mental recovery yet and it was the most “real” recovery out of them all. I began to pray and do bible studies again. I had stopped out of guilt for a while, guilt at my constant sin, but not anymore! God knew I was ready to recover; he welcomed me back with open arms and gradually gave me the strength to heal my mind.
( My “gun show” for the instagram competition fitfamuary in February 2014 vs about 15lbs more on the right 2015 )
Slowly my weight began to climb. I monitored it and with each jump I fought the thoughts and carried on. I carried on because I had too. Because I wanted to finally, finally, have a life, And because I discovered one of my greatest passions! Weightlifting. I began to eat for muscles, eat to fuel, and break down my rules around “clean foods”. I started following lifters on Instagram with balanced approaches towards food (specifically gals who ate poptarts haha) and used their strength to empower my own challenges!!
By December of my freshman year of college I had gained 15-20lbs, eaten a poptart, and was eating well over 2000cals a day!! Personally this slow steady weight gain and allowing my mind to open up on its own was the best way to recover for ME. Could I have recovered faster? Could I have recovered on a higher meal plan? Maybe, maybe not. This was my journey and ultimately the slow convoluted story was the best way for me. I discovered more about myself through this 5 year process than I could have ever imagined. I discovered hidden fears, unknown weakness and un-realized strength. I found I WAS stronger than Ana, that I did NOT need an eating disorder to have an identity, that I was, am, and always have been the most perfect and beautiful form of Jordan. No eating disorder would EVER make me a better or worse person. Am I changed? Of course. I cannot deny that this journey has made me a completely different person than the girl I was 5 years ago, but I also can’t deny that I wouldn’t change any part of the journey to who I have become. I am a strong independent young woman and with every passing day I am continuing to grow. My recovery is not yet over and I am realizing that with each passing week, how much farther I can go, the fears still needing to be faced; but overall life is opening up! I am more free mentally than ever before and I am actually feeling alive again ❤
Thank you for reading