Good morning dear friends. 🙂
We’re almost at the weekend, hang in there! I cannot wait to go home for Spring Break, even though it’s not much of a “spring”.
Hello again, 10° weather…
So how many of you knew that this week was National Eating Disorder Awareness Week?
It’s okay, I didn’t know either, but it couldn’t have come at a better time. I just saw this article on Facebook that one of my lovely friends shared and it got me thinking about the past year of my life. I was feeling guilty about what I was eating, cutting out certain food groups, being hypersensitive to other people’s eating habits, and being absolutely controlled by food.
In the article, these are the 5 red flags that you’re taking healthy eating too far.
In that moment of my life, I had no idea that me “trying to be healthier” was actually hurting my body. I had no idea that my constant exercising was in fact over-exercising. I had no idea that planning out my meals and counting every calorie was causing me extreme mental and physical stress.
I didn’t get it, I was eating just like everyone else right? WRONG. I wasn’t eating enough for my activity level, being a runner and a dancer. Body image problems, disordered eating, and full-blown eating disorders are common among athletes.
“I Had No Idea…”
This is the theme of this year’s NEDA Week. Too often, signs and symptoms are overlooked as meaningless behaviors when in fact many of these are early warning signs of eating disorders. Now I’m not saying I was ever anorexic or bulimic, but my “red flags” were in fact signs of a mild eating disorder.
I went a little too far in my “quest for health”, but I learned something in that process: I was miserable.
My mental health suffered, my relationships felt strained, and I was anxious all the time if there was any talk about food or eating. I needed to find what worked best for my own body to stay healthy, which included listening to my body and understanding if I was turning to food because I was hungry or because of the way I was feeling.
After finally seeking help from a nutritionist and a therapist, I am stronger than I ever have been. But let me tell you, that wasn’t easy either. Being weighed weekly and watching the number rise on the scale was one of the most stressful moments of my life. Even though I was helping my body again, I was silently panicking. The weight went up and down, depending on how good or bad I was feeling. If the number got “too high”, I would try to make it go down again, and vice versa. It’s a vicious cycle. When we become obsessed with diet, it can lead to unhealthy behaviors.
I think the moment I finally woke up was when my own grandmother expressed her concern to me about my eating. I have never seen her cry about something I did, so when she did cry, I knew it was time to change.
Thank God I did.
I’m now happier, stronger, and have found a new love for life. I cannot thank my family and friends enough for their unending support, because I couldn’t have done it without them.
However, I wouldn’t say I’m fully recovered YET. I still have my moments, but I am now able to acknowledge them and move past it. I am able to enjoy my food again, take a breath, and appreciate the body and life that I have.
To read more about my full story, go HERE.
If you made it this far, bless you! Thanks for letting me indulge in my personal life for a minute, now I’m gonna go bake some delicious oatmeal. 😉
Recovery is possible. Never give up hope!
Have a beautiful Thursday <3 XOXO