It’s #3 as I think it is the third time to write about doing a reality check, nice to have some kind of consistancy to title posts.
Losing a couple pounds this week eased my pain levels, so I eased up on dieting. I don’t like being hungry. Dieting is too much of a binge trigger without that ache to keep me in line.
Reality checks may be stepping on the scales as numbers can reveal things I don’t want to admit even to myself, but it is also in the jeans… black jeans purchased in 2004 before hopping a jet to visit a friend for the holidays, the same jeans boxed for years because they were too small to wear now fit loose in the legs. Even new capris purchased for this summer fit too loose. That drives me nuts! I can’t stand wearing baggy pants.
Most of all, reality is the slow process of recovery from binge eating disorder. And what is recovery?
Recovery is time passing, moments gathered into days fading into weeks. Months have passed.
Recovery is knowing recovery is possible. Someday, living with B.E.D. will be a thing of the past.
Recovery is awareness that bingeing is a negative reaction, an attempt to repress “unacceptable” raw emotions, and finding other ways to cope. It is “okay” to feel things, to express emotions, but it is “not okay” to harm yourself or others. Art is a blessing as it allows me to express anything without fear.
Recovery is eating intuitively, trusting myself to feed myself without fear of going beserk.
Recovery is the ability to enjoy the flavors, aromas, and textures of food without one iota of guilt.
Recovery is shedding layers of insecurities in all aspects of my life. (That one surprises me.)
Be glad my SD card died… my treat for good behavior this week was a pedicure. The photo snapped was like wow, scary old lady feet with toenails fancy painted black with white floral stickers, clear rhinestones, and silver glitter.
Hey, it is okay to be your own outrageous self. Truth be told, no one else really cares.
Barnbees 