On Recovery

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.


You can read the rest of this series here!

Debbie 2Debbie 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.

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