Life is normal for me. I never thought I'd say that.
Recovery from anorexia seemed impossible. And surely, I'd gain so much weight that I'd be unrecognizable.
I'm not. My heart is still the same. I have the same passions, loves and duality of a gentle and feisty spirit.
I have times at home of eating animal crackers with my kids. I sit on the couch and watch a TV show at 11:00 PM with my husband instead of exercising. On Sunday mornings when I'm rushing to the church for worship practice, I wear whatever clothing I can grab first. I don't spend hours agonizing over how fat I'll look in certain outfits. We have a new pastor on our staff and I was actually able to have a couple brief conversations with him, where that previously would've sent me into panic.
Life is normal. And so am I.
Am I perfect? Nope. Just like anyone else, I have down days, days where I doubt many things and question my abilities to continue with anorexia playing an active role in my life, but those moments are brief, usually reigned in my a glance at my children or a quick phone call with my husband.
Recovery IS possible. I am LIVING it. I am LIVING proof.
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