Hi Spidey, Fancy meeting you over here...hehe!at "letsbabble". (welcome abroad) LOL!
Ok, yeah, it would make sense to weigh...and I did get some pain meds for moi's heel. I just wanted to make a point you can say no..And I know you know... _.
Hi Ben, I totally agree. Just because one stops running, a food disorder does not go away. In fact, it may make it worse. And the effects of ED (hmm, seems user friendly)Eating disorder is major. It's sort sneaks up on ya. Depression, anxiety..(for moi, big time), and all that goes with it.
Infertility. I'm now blessed with 2 beauties though I did and miscarried several times before and after each child.
I survived and was able to ride the roller coaster of hormones and disappointments. Had I not recovered my life would be completely different
Thankfully, I had recovered to face the rest of my life. Ya'know you just don't know what's in store for ya, and well, I'm pleased as punch I chose to heal and live my life and all that goes with it.
I looked at my life while I was hugging a toilet. Yeah...can you believe it...talk about how low can ya go...LOL!
I did not want to live that way anymore (eeewwww).....who wants that...not moi. So, I actually said, "That's it! enough's enough"...on with it. I said to my heart, "whatever I have to do I'll do"...I wanted to live.
And yes Ben, while the topic may be sad....there's a lot of hope in chatting about it, as you are aware. More needs to be done.
I am recovered...and while I didn't seek "professional" help, I do advocate it.
I was blessed with different people along the way...and no, I didn't tell a whole bunch of people. Just one, maybe two or three at different times. More to justify my abruptness leaving places...If I found myself too deep in anxiety, I'd leave a situation, even if it seemed like an easy small gathering, as fast as I could...(talk about world records....I was on the beam). LOL!!
I didn't start running to get a food disorder. I really wanted to have fun and be happy. Running gave me immense enjoyment and peace immediately. Still does today.
Though the peace part was rediscovered during the struggle of recovery.
During the process, I found I truly wanted to live and be happy, so my pursuit continued. I stopped physically purging in Novemeber of '82, if I remember correctly. I had started in the late 70's. I never even heard or knew of the words anorexia, bulimia, purging, bingeing. ( I guess I had a limited vocabulary..lol! A sheltered life indeed).
The process for me took years, as it was a multi-layered healing. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually and all that goes with it in each. There would be tremendous progress at times....Ya'know I don't even know when it ended....I just sorta got on with my life.
Now, during the recovery, I didn't go around sad. No, no, no. For me, I did what I could and I wasn't sad. I was sad and frustrated and unhappy in the stranglehold of ED.
During the re-introduction to everyday life, a simple "hello" or a "good morning" to somebody would be all I could do for a day, maybe, two. I started with baby steps.
And yes, I recognized the challenge, as much as the reward. At times I was on top of the moon because I could do something like that was simple. It would carry me for days and I would gather my gumption and do it again until it became part of me.
Something I imagined everybody could do without thinking.