How I Finally Starved the Disorder That Was Eating Me Alive

“If we are ready to tear lanugo the walls that confine us, unravel the muzzle that imprisons us, we will discover what our wings are for.” ~Michael Meegan

It’s weird, isn’t it? One day you’re playing hibernate and seek with friends without a worry vastitude the playdate you’re having or dinner options for that night. But in a blink, those carefree days vanish. That’s what happened to me, and my teenage years started ticking yonder right in front of my eyes. Eleven, thirteen, fifteen, seventeen, nineteen…

And a realization hit me: “It’s still eating me alive.”

Maybe it wasn’t as severe as it was before, and I wasn’t underweight anymore, but I still needed control.

Let me requite you a little preliminaries well-nigh myself to provide you with some context. At the age of ten, I moved to the United States with my family. These big changes caused a lot of insecurity, impostor syndrome, and uneasiness within me. I needed a way to wilt “better,” to “fit in,” and to tenancy what was happening.

It was untellable for me to suddenly turn into a cute, fun, skinny, blonde cheerleader. So I innocently turned to something that made me finger in control. If I could start “eating healthier” and “becoming the weightier version of myself,” I thought, I would finally fit in. Little did I know that this visualization would haunt me for a long time to come.

I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa at twelve. I turned thirteen in the hospital. I plane refused to eat my own birthday cake. I moved on to residential treatment, a partial hospitalization program, and then outpatient.

After a year of treatment, I had checked all the boxes and jumped through all the hoops, and I was finally “recovered.”

On the outside, I was a success story—weight restored, eating again, and out of treatment. But inside, the disorder still maintained a relentless grip in subtle ways I couldn’t ignore.

No, I wasn’t crying over a handful of cashews, but I was counting exactly how many went into my mouth. I would go on midnight ice surf runs with my friends, but quickly search for nutritional information and get the savor with the lowest calories.

Even though I didn’t want sorbet, I got it. Plane though I wanted a medium, I got a small. Plane though I wanted sprinkles like everyone else, I wouldn’t get them.

You get the point. The carefree joy of picking a savor based on taste and intuition was gone.

At times I’d think that maybe I was still not fully recovered… then a voice would interrupt, “SNAP OUT OF IT. You are fine. You ate ice cream, so you couldn’t possibly be sick. You are just practicing self-control.”

And just like that, I’d be when in this hypnotic state. I’d repeat the trundling over and over again. Once again, the disorder would take a zest into my enjoyment and precious memories.

I sooner realized that this disorder doesn’t superintendency well-nigh what type of hold it has on you. As long as it is still working and gripping onto you in some manner, it is happy.

Every single time I requite in, YOU requite in, the disorder is fed and empowered.

Whether that ways not putting on the uneaten bit of sauce you want considering it “isn’t necessary” or intermittent fasting considering of “digestive issues,” it doesn’t care.

I believe there are so many relapses in recovery for this word-for-word reason. Considering it is nonflexible to completely let go.

In time, I became enlightened of all the variegated little ways the disorder could manifest itself. I realized that this disease I thought had lasted five years was still present and would protract leeching off me for life if I didn’t do something well-nigh it.

I’m going to share with you the process that helped me starve my eating disorder and loosen its grip on every speciality of my life.

If we don’t fully let go and don’t resist all those little temptations we requite in to, they start compounding and, like a virus, the disorder spreads and grows.

So how did I finally starve it?

This is the process I followed daily.

1. Reflect

Take time to reflect on your past and recognize all the small ways the disorder has shown up in your life. I suggest writing everything that comes to mind. You’ll likely identify scenarios you hadn’t thought twice well-nigh at the moment and in retrospect realize the disorder was executive you. Identifying all the ways it sneaks in will help you recognize the patterns while they are happening.

Write everything down. Plane if it seems insignificant. From not subtracting uneaten cheese to your spaghetti to ignoring hunger in the morning, write it all down.

One thing that helped me was comparing my present behaviors to my younger self’s. “Would younger Sophi add uneaten cheese to her pasta?” If she would, then so do I. Sounds silly, but try it out.

Also, reflect on times you may have used supplies restriction or bingeing behaviors to stave or “stuff down” difficult emotions like loneliness, anxiety, shame, or disappointment. Instead of facing those feelings, the disorder offered an unhealthy coping mechanism. Now that you have awareness, you can work on identifying the cadre issues or needs underneath those emotions so you can write them in a healthy manner. Rather than stuffing feelings lanugo or starving yourself, get to the root and nurture yourself properly.

2. Redirect

Now that you are conscious of the behaviors, I want you to do something. Each time you recognize the disorder sneaking in, ask yourself “Am I going to feed it? Or myself?” You can’t do both. They are literal opposites.

If you ask this question, it creates friction. Friction gives you the endangerment to decide consciously rather than engaging in the will-less policies you are used to.

Keep in mind that feeding yourself may be in a physical and literal way. But other times it simply ways choosing to feed a hobby you enjoy, a relationship you want to develop, or a goal you want to achieve. This disorder drains your energy and sucks the life out of you. Energy and life you could be pouring into YOURSELF.

You get to choose. Are you going to engage in conversations with your loved ones? Or think well-nigh how you are going to recoup for the dinner you ate?

3. Repeat

As much as I would love to tell you this is a one-time thing, it isn’t. You have to constantly repeat this process and not write-up yourself up considering of slip-ups.

This is like any other habit. If you have been practicing it for years, it is a neuropathway in your brain. So you have to forge flipside healthy and helpful pathway, which is washed-up through repetition and consistency. Years of reinforcing policies will take time to change, so be kind to yourself.

While completely eliminating behaviors associated with your disorder may seem impossible, unceasingly choosing recovery over disorder is the goal. Plane if you wits setbacks, make the nomination to feed your true self rather than the disorder as often as possible. Alimony stuff resilient and trying again. With time and practice, choosing yourself will wilt increasingly natural. But you have to alimony making that choice, plane when it’s difficult. Feed your spirit, feed your dreams, feed your life.

Just like one of my dietitians told me, “Your eating disorder will stay working as long as you let it.” I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but you are urgently choosing. I invite you to segregate FULL recovery and destruction of your eating disorder.

I don’t midpoint to learn how to function and co-exist with it, but to destroy it.

Enjoying every ice surf outing with friends, saying yes to a coffee run, and letting yourself be intuitive and authentic.

I knew a friend years ago whose mom struggled with an eating disorder when she was younger. At the time, the family felt she was recovered like she had overcome the beast. Looking when now, I realize the eating disorder still gripped her life in subtle ways.

She skipped family dinners considering cooking made her “full.” She viewed lattermost weight-watching as a hobby, not the unhealthy compulsion it was. All this to say, now I realize, years later, she was still controlled.

Without intentional healing, those ingrained patterns persisted, slowly impacting her family as well.

For example, her daughter began mimicking her mother’s matted eating habits and lattermost weight-watching rules, developing soul image issues and an unhealthy relationship with supplies at a young age. The mother’s fixation on calorie counting and skipping family meals moreover disrupted bonding time, as she isolated herself and couldn’t enjoy family dinners or holidays.

I encourage you to write your “why” lists. Why is recovery worth fighting for? What makes you want this? Is it your future family or your goals, or are you simply sick of living under the rules of the disorder?

It takes energy and strength to constantly fight it, but the less you feed it, the weaker it becomes. The weaker it gets, the fuller your life becomes and the stronger and happier you get. You deserve to live freely and fully, without shame or restrictions holding you back.

I believe in you!