Anger.

FML, FML, FML, FML, FML.

I feel like screaming right now. And throwing things. Violent much? .. I guess. I'm so mad right now. And sad. I have mixed emotions I guess.

I was excited to go to the clinic tonight because 1. I get out of the house & 2. I get help from my eating disorder.

Well.. that didn't seem to improve my mood. I was in a good mood until I got there. See my therapist, is super nice and understanding. But she doesn't help me deal with the feelings of eating more. I guess I can deal with them myself, but I'm still mad. But not really about that. She was happy that I started eating more and we're going to have a "family dinner" at the clinic next week & she's going to observe it.

We're going to have spaghetti.. which I pretty much hate. Or, well I guess the ED made me hate it. I'm more open to eating it now, but not with garlic bread. The ED sees that as a pound of fat that's just going to cling to me forever. Not really, but I still feel.. I don't know.

Anyway, after that I met with my doctor there. She said that I'd lost weight probably because my metabolism had gone up from eating more, and that I shouldn't work out. Even after I told her my workout plan, and even after I diminished it to walking with my dog for 20 minutes, she said no working out.

After that, I met with my dietitian. That's what got me angry. And sad. I felt like, attacked the whole time. She pretty much threw my vegetarianism out the window and said I should start eating meat again for protein. Then, she told me no more diet snacks (even though I don't purposely buy sugar free pudding.. that double chocolate kind is the kind I like, and it just happens to be sugar free), then she told me to have a snack after breakfast, after lunch, and after dinner. Even if I was still really full. So I told her maybe I could try some soy pudding and she said that would probably be good but then I should stop clinging to organic foods(she didn't exactly say that, but it was like that).

So, the night did not go well. The dietitian even told my mom that she should start eating meat again to like, help me start eating it! No. Thanks. I was so mad and frustrated. I was so sad too because she was not nice to me the whole session. She rarely smiled at all, I felt like she was lecturing me. I mean, she's a nice person but I don't know what happened. I feel like I almost did something wrong like I usually do.

I always feel like I'm the one that did something wrong. Me, J, and C hung out again on Thursday, but they haven't talked to me much since. I feel so stupid. Why don't they like me? We had so much fun & we laughed the whole time we hung out. When are people ever going to care?

I guess, I just have to do things my way. I'm not going to live for someone else, I'm living for ME. I'm gonna eat the way I want to eat. Not the way my mom wants me too, not the way my "team" wants me to, and especially not the way my eating disorder wants me too. From now on, I come first. Not my eating disorder. Not other people. I am so done people pleasing and eating disorder pleasing. It's time I start getting MY life back.

To start doing that, I'm going to start volunteering. At animal shelters and stuff like that. I'm going to try to find people that love and care about me. And I'm going to start going for peaceful walks with my dog again. Because I want to. If my ED wants to go for a walk, then I will eat something and not exercise at all that day. Because I'm living for myself now.

Hope

I've been feeling really hopeless the past few days. The ED monster has been really hard.

I haven't been able to get away from him.

Until now.

I was watching multiple videos on YouTube about anorexia hope. I couldn't find any good ones, so I decided to create my own hope.

I went to the mirror, and started taking pictures. Ed planned to take over. But what really happened, was I saw myself. It was like seeing myself for the first time. The girl I saw in the mirror didn't look at all what I usually see. She was sickly skinny. She looked sad.

I'm going to keep those pictures, whenever Ed feels like lying to me. Whenever I'm having a hopeless day, to prove that I'm not what he says I am.

Also, I'm going to get a gym membership. Nooo, not to lose weight. I made a promise to myself. Only workout for 20 minutes. Don't workout if I feel fat. Or if I feel like I ate too much. I don't want working out to be a cover up for what I'm really feeling. I want it to be motivation for me to get healthy. I don't push myself when I'm working out. I can't, my body can't handle it.

I'm also, not going to rely on calories anymore. An 800 calorie sandwich, is not going to kill me. It's going to make me healthy. And it wouldn't hurt me to eat one of these either.

I actually eat one every day for breakfast. With soy milk(:

And, I'm going to change this blog name to Beating Ed. Because that's what I'm going to do.

Everyone has hope inside them. All you have to do is go to the light. It will help you get out of this horrible place. You CAN recover. All you need is a little hope, and people to guide you to it.

And always remember this.

<3 Have a great night everyone!

Shopping with Ed

Today, I decided to go shopping. I needed to get out of the house, and I also needed to buy bigger clothes. I was really excited about shopping.. until Ed decided to make a surprise visit.

I didn't feel like wearing jeans today, so I just wear some leggings with a long sweater, a tank top, and black flats. But when I got to the mall, I felt reallyy insecure. Everyone seemed so much more stylish than me, so much more thinner and prettier than me. And Ed just kept making it worse. He kept whispering in my ear- look, she's sooo much thinner than you. And prettier. I bet she's not in recovery. You shouldn't be either. Remember how fun it used to be when you would under eat and go shopping? Me: yeah? Well now you totally ruined the fun because you already ate what you normally would in one day. Me:Well, so? Shopping can still be fun.. No it won't and you know it. Don't eat dinner tonight. And skip that latte you were going to get Starbucks too. You're getting too fat and your legs are looking fatter than usual.

So, Ed was being a pain in the butt today. I didn't buy anything shopping and came back home pretty sad and frustrated. My mom tried to make me feel better by telling me no, my legs were definitely not fat and I was probably one of the thinnest girls at the mall. I told her that was a total lie, and we didn't talk the rest of the way home.

I'm not sure what to do now. I wish that I could work out, like work out some frustrations. I loved when me and my mom had a gym membership. I would meet up with friends, work out, then we would go swimming or go in the hot tub. It was fun, I really liked going to the gym. It wasn't really a place of torture, it was really fun and I always loved going there. But now whenever I bring up a gym membership, my mom says no working out until I'm healthy. Which is NOT going to happen. I can't really watch a movie or knit or something. The only thing that seems to cheer me up is my dog.

My dog is pretty amazing. I love her to death, she always knows when I'm upset. Like whenever I'm trying to work out when I'm not supposed to, I take a break and she holds me down and sits by me. Or if I'm trying to do sit ups in my room, she hides under my bed and whenever I go down or take a break, she licks me and tries to make me laugh. She's smarter than a lot of people think, and I'm glad to have her in my life. Hopefully she'll cheer me up tonight.

So, I guess I might try to have dinner, but I'm not sure. All I want to do is play with my dog, then watch desperate housewives with a bowl of frozen yogurt.

So Ed, there will be a time where you will not make me feel worthless and bad about myself everyday. I'm going to win this thing, and one day you will be out of my life forever.

I will never be fat

The ED has told me many lies, but the biggest one was that I'm going to be fat or I was fat a few years ago. That is a complete lie. I was downstairs yesterday watching TV when a slide show popped up on my mom's computer. It was from about 3 years ago and it was when we went on vacation to Florida. As I looked at the pictures, I realized something. I was never fat. At all. I don't gain weight in one area, I just gain it all over. The picture made me realize what a lier Ed was. It was kinda sad. I've had this fear of getting fat for months and months, but that's never going to happen.

Even if I do start eating when I want again (which I am. but sometimes someone else influences that) I will never become fat. Even if I never work out, I will not be fat. I will always be small and it's time that I start realizing that. Yes my weight will go up and I won't be bony and anorexic anymore, but I'll never be fat. It's not in my genes, and it's just not possible. So Ed, you can shove your lies up your butt and leave me alone. I don't want you in my life anymore, nor do I need you.

But, one problem that I'm dealing with is other people. J, like I mentioned before, is like me. She's very tall (taller than me) and very very skinny. I'm just afraid when I start gaining weight, she's going to stay the same and I won't feel good around her. Or is that another lie, Ed? What should I do? I want to help her, but I have to help myself first. I know she's struggling because she doesn't eat much of a breakfast or lunch but I'm not sure what to do. She never makes it clear that she is struggling, but I can see that she is.

Hopefully, I'll get everything sorted out soon. I'm going shopping soon for backup clothes or bigger clothes in the next size up, I'm hopefully going to start working out soon and I might even start cooking more. I'm so glad that I have this new freedom with cooking/baking too. Before, I was a huge calorie counter and counted every single thing that entered my mouth. Now, I could really care less. Yes, I do have a number in my head that I'm striving towards, but I'm trying to forget about numbers all together.

So Ed, I'm strong and I will beat you. You'll see. I won't have an eating disorder for long.

Day by Day

Yesterday, was a really hard day for me. I got up, ate breakfast with my mom at 9 and then at 11:30 I started getting hungry. So I put a Amy's Vegan Wrap in the oven and took a shower. After I got out, I had to figure out what to eat with the wrap.

I started panicking. I had no idea what to eat with the wrap. So I got out 4 strawberries. No big deal. Then I ate a handful of white chocolate chips and two spoonfuls of ice cream. Still, no big deal right? I went downstairs to eat, then came back upstairs and hour later and realized I wanted a cliff bar. I panicked for about a half hour, deciding to eat that cliff bar. So I ate it, with another handful of white chocolate chips.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. I began adding up the calories and I was already in the triple digits. Something I usually don't get to until the end of the day. I started pacing back and forth, then walking across one side of my house to the other. Then I turning on the radio and started running. Then a little boxing.

It wasn't a long time, only 22 minutes and I took breaks in between each one but I shouldn't have been working out at all! I started drinking a ton of liquids after that, to almost wash everything out and decided not to eat dinner.

Well 6:00 rolls around, and my parents start making dinner. I get so afraid and try to think of every possible excuse not to eat. Push the food around the plate, drink water first, etc. But when I got to the table, I was surprised that I wanted to eat. I was really hungry. So I ate a good dinner, then a pudding snack. And I was actually proud of myself. I was really full, and it was okay. I didn't feel fat.

So, I've decided to come up with a new plan for myself. No more triple digit calories a day. Nope. I'm gonna eat what a normal person my age would eat. (okay, maybe a little less. Depends on the person I guess). I'm going to work hard at recovery. I'm going to buy bigger clothes, and be scared at first, but I'll get used to it.

I actually really like this new food freedom. I can almost eat whatever I want. It feels so freeing. Yeah, I'll still do the workouts today but to be honest it gives me a lot less anxiety about eating. I'm not going to work out to certain extremes, I'll just do a small amount. Just an amount that isn't too high and one that relieves my anxiety about calories.

I will recover from this. But, I will not be trying to undereat again. Nope. That is not possible in recovery. I will work out, but like I said, only small amounts. I actually like working out. It feels good. I want my fit body back, not a bony one. I don't want people to look at me and question if I have anorexia. I want to be a good example for other girls. I don't want to have an eating disorder anymore. Hopefully, I will be free one day.

You are NOT your eating disorder

Today, I went to the clinic and met with my doctor, therapist, and dietitian for the first time. At first, it was the scariest thing ever. The dietitian explained to me that they will be using The Maudsley Approach. Basically, my parents (mainly my mom because my dad is just.. blah) would be in charge of all of my meals. They would eat with me, and they would make my food for me, until I got to stage two of the program, then the control would be handed back to me. NOT my eating disorder. If I would to lose any weight when they handed the control to me, the control would once again go back to my parents.

First, I was terrified. I wanted to throw up multiple times and become bulimic. That way, they would never know. I would still remain skinny. Was this my idea? No, now I realize this was definitely not my idea. I hate throwing up. It scares me to death. But handing the control over to my mom would be even scarier, honestly I trust my eating disorder more. Because I'm afraid of being "fat" like I was on the family cruise all those months ago. I'm afraid of being completely disgusted with myself. I would probably be like the girl I saw today.

I saw a girl at the clinic that made me very sad today. She was very thin, you could tell she had an eating disorder. My family walked into the main room on the first floor, and we saw her. She was exercising. No one except us payed any attention to her. She would jog a tiny bit, all hunched over. Her eyes looked lost and confused. She would jog all hunched over across the lobby, going around things so she could burn more calories. She made me very very sad. She made me want to cry. She made me want to go up to her and say- Are you okay? Do you want to talk? Probably not, I'm a random stranger, but I didn't do that.

When we were about to go up the elevator to our appointment, she was gone. About three hours later, we went down and she was back. I was so worried about her, because I knew how it felt. I didn't know what to do, no one seemed to notice except me and my mom. So we told the receptionist lady at the assessment area and she knew who she was. As we were leaving, we saw the lady look for the girl and I don't know what happened after that. I still worry about her now, because I know how frustrating it is. To be so consumed, to feel like a complete failure and that you have to burn calories. Tapping the foot, light jogging, anything to burn calories. I hope she gets the help she needs, I will be praying for her.

Ok anyway, the appointment went overall okay. I was happy with my "team" because everyone was so nice, yet so forceful and it seemed like they knew the eating disorder very well. It may be hard to hand the control over to my mom, but I'm willing to do it if it will cure me so I can run again. So I can live.To be free.

What we're going to do is, my mom will go grocery shopping for me. She will eat with me at every meal. Except lunch, that's where we're stumped. I have a webcam, and she's thinking about getting one so we can skype. And eat lunch together. I really like that idea, eating lunch over skype(: I like the idea of recovering, being fit and healthy instead of miserable, hungry, and super skinny. I want people to look at me and say- Wow, she's beautiful. Or, she's really fit and healthy or something. Vs: -She's skinny and beautiful. I wonder if she's anorexic. I bet she is.

That reminds me, yesterday I got asked another question on my formspring about myself. It went something like this:

Anonymous person: are you anorexic or naturally skinny

me: Why does it matter?

Anonymous person: oh and you don't have to answer you're just really pretty and skinny

me: Well thanks(: But someone doesn't have to be skinny to be pretty.

After that I think they said something like: I know, I just mean you have the whole package.

That made me also very sad/: Skinny is not beautiful. I have a disease. A disease that makes me depressed, unable to go out to eat, sometimes even not hang out with friends, a disease that makes me unable to go to sleep at a normal time at night. A disease that has controlled me for almost 2 years. A disease that I want to overcome.

I can't tell everyone now that I have an eating disorder. No. I will write a book later in life, when I'm recovered. I'll tell all the aspects of recovery and how you can get help. I'll raise awareness about the disease and hopefully bring hope to people's lives. Hopefully one day I can reduce the number of people in the world that have eating disorders. Because one day, I will be one more person that has completely recovered. One day, I will be one more person that is free.

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Omg, this post is so long. I'll get to the pictures now(: Thanks so much if you read every word, you're amazing!

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I made this on Sunday. Let me just say, this is one of the best things I've ever made. No guilt cheesecake! I love it(:

Chik'n nuggets(: These are the best thing to real chicken nuggets. I love this brand. They have amazing "chik'n" stuff.



I LOVED this idea(: One serving broccoli and cheese! They also have corn. I really liked this because I didn't have to measure it out.



This is a really good book. If you haven't read any of her other books, you should! They're all pretty good. I had to fight to put it down. I would have been reading for hours and been done with it if I hadn't of put it down(:




^^^^^YES(:

Then just a feel good video(: I love this song.

Have a great night everyone! <3

Skinny is a compliment?

This weekend, was probably the best in a long time. I hung out with J and C (I know I said I wouldn't hang out with them.. but I'm being careful) and we had a lot of fun! J only stayed over at my house for 3 hours because of babysitting but she texted me after she left and said that she had a lot of fun and she wanted to hang out again soon.

I was a little worried about just me and C hanging out by ourselves because we didn't have much fun in the past just by ourselves but I was surprised because we had a lot of fun too! We went to the mall and didn't buy anything, but we had a lot of fun just walking around and acting crazy in the mattress store.

I was worried that I would eat more when I was with them, but then I thought I don't even care if I eat more when I'm with friends! I don't want to be weak, tired, ready to faint, etc. I ate more on Saturday and I was okay with it. I had a really good dinner, but I think I might of ate too much too fast because I didn't feel good for a while after that. Maybe next time I'll just have to eat a little less or not eat everything in one sitting.

This weekend was fun, but one thing that confused me was that being skinny was considered a compliment. I don't really see how it is. I was complimented on how I was really skinny on my formspring last night and a lot in the past too. But how is skinny better than any other body type? We're all different, and that's whats makes us special. If every person was really skinny, I think the world would even be a little boring.

For me, I would rather be complimented on my personality. It seems like the world only focuses on the outward appearance, but I look at the heart. Hopefully, the world will change one day.