HEADS UP turns out t shirt cutting is like thee absolute best coping strategies. Keeps the hands busy, tactile change in something physical, requires focus. DO IT.
Reminder: Your body is not wrong. Your thoughts are.
hugehairtinytummy said: Lol youre so hateful
yes that’s right I hate fitspo
because half of the people who desperately need to recover are fooling themselves into thinking fitspo is recovery, when in reality, it is still disorder.
You all deserve better.
Yes. I hate it.
I hate fitspo so fucking fucking fucking much. Usually faceless, typically photoshopped anyway, why the fuck would someone against thinspo be for fitspo? You have no idea about that girl you’re reblogging’s life and measures and you have to place whether to call it “healthy” or not. You looked at a picture and you assumed. You are still striving for perfection. You are trying to fool yourself into thinking that perfection is fine if you’re not going about searching for it the way you used to. But the problem is that if a “perfect body” is your top priority in your whole life, your mind is far from healthy, honey.
DENVER PEOPLE!
I’m going to be in Denver, CO later this month. Anyone wanna hang out? It’s for a work training but I’ll definitely have some down time to grab lunch go for a walk etc.
Message me, folks!
I think I’ve finally pinpointed what’s been making me feel so much better lately.
I’m finally creating an identity for myself completely outside and above my disorder.
Every job I work here in my hometown and everything I do reminds me of my disorder. Places where things always happens, habits that have worn-in paths.
Now I have a few jobs downtown to start soon and I’m moving out and all of it is totally removed from my eating disorder. I’m far enough away from it mentally to create new healthy paths that are not at all related it it. I’m so happy to be here.
I recommend going out and doing something you’ve never ever done. Do not listen to your disordered recommendations. Go to IKEA for no reason. Take an amtrak trip for the weekend to Ann Arbor or Austin. Go to a Tae Chi class. Get your makeup done at Sephora. Anything different. For an hour or a week. You deserve to feel this. Please.
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Four years ago, if you were to tell me I would make it to 19 years old I’m not sure if I would have laughed or cried.
But here I am on my 19th birthday. Kind of tired, slightly stressed out, but thoroughly alive.
Last night my boyfriend and friends made me gluten-free baked mostacolli (my favorite food but I usually can’t eat it because the gluten) and for dessert I blew out candles on raspberry frozen yogurt from the carton. I sat around and partied with my friends all night. Today, I have another job interview downtown. In the next month I’m moving out to Chicago, I’m changing schools, and beginning new jobs.
I’m doing it. As much as I struggle, I’m doing it. So far, 19 feels great.
fear foods and birthdays
I actually am in fear food bootcamp. That post about it (http://recovery-aint-for-sissies.tumblr.com/post/52930001761/fear-food-bootcamp) made so much sense to me. I’m moving to Chicago. I’m starting new jobs. I’m changing my life. But I’m scared of some foods? Are you kidding me?
SO I’ve been challenging myself a lot lately and I feel great.
Thursday after my FIVE JOB INTERVIEWS I went to Native Foods in Wicker Park and had the Baja Blackened Tacos and they were amazing. I was just gonna have soup, but everything in the place was vegetarian and I wanted to try seitan! I also had a sandwich on white bread this day. Gooo me.
Friday I had a SOFT PRETZEL at work at the concession stand at the pool and I haven’t had one since challenge-snack-Thursday in treatment. It was wayyy less scary than I remembered. THEN my boyfriend took me out to this amazing place for my early birthday dinner and while I played it safe for dinner (raw zucchini noodles), or dessert we got a birthday salted caramel brownie and ice cream and WE SPLIT IT EVENLY. I wasn’t even that freaked out!!! What?!?!!
AAAND I’m gonna challenge myself even more today cause I’m celebrating my birthday and I’m not even scared.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE.
UNDEF(EAT)ABLE: Fear Food Bootcamp. »
One of the most important things in my future is travel. I’m not leaving this planet until I’ve felt every corner of the map with my bare hands.
So how am I supposed to do that if I’m still scared (yes, fearless and tough Nat is scared) of more than 80% of the food sold in grocery stores? This is…
I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I have two job interviews in the city today and I’ve been running like crazy but hey here’s my face.
Eating my whole dinner even though my apartment deal is falling through and i’m the saddest girl because recovery means every damn day.
This is hard. I am so stressed. Anyone else notice their body image getting bad when they’re under stress?
Renting in Chicago.
I’m so stressed out.
Why is it so hard.
