Divorcing my Eating Disorder and Finding ME
Striving to encourage a welcoming, open relationship with food whilst tangling through the fluctuating emotions of life.
Strolling through the town centre of my home, there is a line of people snaking down the street outside the school uniform shop. It’s been like that every single day this week, if not last week too. Yesterday it bent round outside M&S like a COVID cobra… And of course, at the entrance you’re greeted … Continue reading Four Things August Has Taught Me…
A big COVID-excluded hello to you! It’s been a minute… well, 7 months and 11 days to be precise. But… if we’re talking REAL time (aka without the COVID-infested few months we’ve had – because, let’s face it – did those days really exist?? And also, just to add – why does such a pestering … Continue reading That Party-Popper Shower Moment…
When you've had years of therapy, and attending your appointments becomes as a normal part of your week as changing your bedding (when I feel well enough anyway - if I do it this often it's a positive sign... and yes, I have today so let's get the champagne popped!), you can end up taking … Continue reading Why ‘FAT’ should be renamed ‘STRENGTH’ and ‘VITALITY’…
“New year, new me”… the official cliché of January. It kind of reminds me of “tonight Matthew, I’m going to be…” whilst taking a swift heel swoop towards the back, exiting and re-entering through the smoke as Whitney Houston. Or Elton John. Take your pick. That’s often the amount of change/magic required to completely transform … Continue reading New Year, Fresh Hope!
Any less serious than Anorexia. Female sufferers with Bulimia are 7 times more likely to die by suicide than the general population. The scary thing is, that used to just be a statistic to me. Like… hummingbirds are the only bird that can fly backwards. Or… rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. Except, I’ve felt … Continue reading One thing Bulimia is not…