A look at what happens when you've climbed back out of the rabbit hole.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

It's Getting Old

I can't tell you how many times I've wished I could wake up without any memory of my eating disorder. Just awaken, blissfully untethered to negative body image, feelings of inadequacy, insidious compulsions. Fix myself a nice hearty breakfast, put on my favorite sweater, and get on with the day.

You see, even when "in recovery," the eating disorder is still there. Dormant, yes, but ever-present. Much like a city at the base of a volcano, I am always aware of its looming threat. And you know what? I'm getting tired of it. There's no longer any novelty to "feeling fat." There's no emotional rush to eating breakfast - or, worse yet - NOT eating breakfast. There's no haughty sense of power to be had from drinking water while everyone else is eating their lunch.

But the thoughts remain. Hard as I try, I can't resist staring at my body in the mirror after a shower. Pinching, measuring, judging. Hard as I try, I can't stop myself from checking the calorie count of every single thing I put in my mouth. Hard as I try, I can't shake the shadow of that sinister twin, that doppelganger who's been my companion for far too long.

It's getting old.

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