"Recovery feels like shit. It didn't feel like I was doing something good; it felt like I was giving up. It feels like having to learn how to walk all over again.”
-Portia de Rossi
So true. In a world where one can "...never be too rich or too thin," actively trying to keep your weight up feels like slovenly, slothful failure. It's only by realizing that the alternative--illness, infertility, potential death-- is even worse that one can, reluctantly, persuade oneself to try to get "better." But I, for one, have not reached the point where it feels like anything but failure. Intellectually I get it. But the devil on my shoulder still screams so loudly that logic and reason do not get a word in edgewise.
I guess the realistic take-home lesson to recovering from an eating disorder is both simple and unpleasant: it will save your life, but recovery's going to feel like shit for a while.
-Portia de Rossi
So true. In a world where one can "...never be too rich or too thin," actively trying to keep your weight up feels like slovenly, slothful failure. It's only by realizing that the alternative--illness, infertility, potential death-- is even worse that one can, reluctantly, persuade oneself to try to get "better." But I, for one, have not reached the point where it feels like anything but failure. Intellectually I get it. But the devil on my shoulder still screams so loudly that logic and reason do not get a word in edgewise.
I guess the realistic take-home lesson to recovering from an eating disorder is both simple and unpleasant: it will save your life, but recovery's going to feel like shit for a while.
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