I stepped on the scale this morning. I try not to get on it too often, though I probably do more than I should. I’ve lost 8 pounds. Eight pounds is not a lot, but it’s a start.

Yesterday, I went to a party. There was pizza, cake, Pringles, and other foods that have made me anxious in the past. I had a little anxiety. I had a few thoughts like, “don’t eat in front of people,” or “make sure not to eat too much.” But I did eat in front of people, and I ate an amount that didn’t cause me shame.

Last weekend, I felt depressed. I slept all day and watched a little TV. I canceled my plans and I isolated. Then the next day, I got up early and went for a run. My depression had lifted after a day of rest, rather than staying for days or weeks.

My life isn’t perfect. But it’s a hell of a lot better now than it was this time last year. Recovery is ongoing, and some days are better than others. But I’ll take one day like these over a hundred in my disease.

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Debbie is an addiction counselor and yoga teacher in Indiana.  She is an avid reader of any genre, and has published fantasy short stories; she is still working on the elusive novel.  Recently, Debbie has ventured into non-fiction writing, in hopes that discussing her life with an eating disorder will help someone in need.  Debbie’s loves include her niece Lillie and her girl-cat, Emilio Estevez.  She is passionate about mental health awareness, especially related to addiction and eating disorders.