Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Where I Am

"You have to eat this!", my mother pleaded. The determination in her eyes was not easy to dismiss. Worried about my rapid weight loss  and avoidance of food, she had begun confront her concerns, and myself, head on. Not one to go against my parents' wishes, I took the cheesy, grease laden quesadilla from her hand and ran up to my bedroom. Closing the door harshly for effect, I sat down and stared at the plate. If my mother told me to eat it, no commanded me to, I was going to eat it, but that didn't mean I had to pretend to be happy about it. The butter pooling atop the tortilla crust shined up at me. All I could think about was how much fat I was about to digest. I took a small bite and chewed in utter disgust. To my surprise, a hot, salty tear trickled down my cheek. I was crying! Actually crying over having to eat! The tears came faster as I realized what a mess I was in. "This isn't normal", I scolded myself. "Something is wrong with me."        ~ Fall 2005
As I stare at these words on my computer screen, it's almost surreal to acknowledge that experience was my own. I have come so far since then. If you were to ask me where I am in recovery, I don't know how to answer. How do you measure progress? But, I do know that I am further than I have ever been. I do not have any fears about eating... well anything. No foods are 'off-limits'. I enjoy going to restaurants again and I eat anytime my body feels hungry, be that morning, evening, or the middle of the night. In some ways I feel 'whole', at least mentally. Physically... well, that's where I need to work harder. The body adapts. My body is used to eating less than 1,000 calories a day to function. If I eat 'intuitively' right now, what I want when I want, I will most likely only reach 800 calories. It's hard for my body to recognize and feel hunger. Whenever I do feel an actual rumbly in my tummy, I actually get excited! Seriously, I literally pull on my husband's shirt sleeves while skipping up and down exclaiming, "I'm hungry!" We all have our oddities 😉
Think about trying to eat 90% of your food when you're not even hungry. It's actually really hard! It's not nearly as satisfying to chew on a sandwich when it didn't call out to your eyes and nose despite's first. But during those tough days when I want to ignore the clock that I eat by, I remind myself: I spent a couple of years ignoring my body's natural hunger cues, and to reverse that, I now have to ignore its trained 'full' cues. It has to adapt back. 
So how am I planning to eat more with a 'broken metabolism"?  I am using a process called reverse dieting You gradually increase your caloric intake every week, observe your body's response, and continue to increase accordingly. This is the crux of my blog, recording my journey through this process. The great thing about reverse dieting is that it works for anyone who feels like they have hurt their metabolism. Be it someone recovering from ED, someone who has dieted too long, or someone who just can't seem to eat above 1,200 calories without gaining weight. Reverse dieting helps your body increase its metabolism, or capacity to derive energy from food, and not store it away as excess fat! It is the best way to increase your caloric intake without increasing your weight. Curious how? Follow me on my journey... I will explain the exact process in greater detail next post. 

Xoxoxo 

Jewels 

Friday, October 14, 2016

Where I Come From

Whooo... that's my sigh of tension being slowly released. This blog is the start of my new journey, a journey I have needed to travel a long time but have been hesitant to travel. In short I am taking charge of my health. I have struggled with disordered eating since I was 14. During my freshman year of high school at 5'7" my 140lb, teenage frame plummeted to a mere 90lbs. I slowly gained over the next several years, averaging 110lb in college. I felt happy with my weight here. I convinced myself it was my 'ideal' weight. I was a little atypical with my anorexia. I didn't obsess over the scale or counting calories. My habit was simpler than that: avoid food. Of course I did eat, a bite of brownie here, a small salad there, and half an apple when I had the munchies. I convinced myself I was eating 'intuitively'. I ate what I wanted when I wanted to. I didn't obsess (too much) about food and I didn't feel like I was fat (but I did run an extra mile if I felt like I ate a little too much, I didn't want to change my "ideal weight") 🙄 Fast forward 5 more years and enters a husband, and 2 children. They are probably the number one reason I have finally convinced myself to change. I want to be a better wife and mother...to give more of myself to them, and that means completely letting go of ED. Yes, I eat more than I used to. I'm guessing I averaged 400-500 calories a day back in college, but even now I hover around 800-1000. I weighed 125lb one month after the delivery of my second baby. I planned to cut out carbs and run off the next 15 lbs...but one week in my senses (and love for my boys) took over. I realized this isn't the life I want to live...it isn't healthy and it is so restricting. I want to LIVE, I mean truly live. I want to enjoy everything life has to offer me and in order to do that I need to take care of this incredible body God gave me. I know it isn't going to be easy, I am trying to reverse 10 years worth of restrictive eating. My metabolism is shot and my sense of adequate nutritional intake is utterly skewed. But I am headed in the right direction.

I don't write down these numbers to be triggering, but to show how far I have come. And,  I hope if anything, at least one person with a similar experience to my own will find these words someday and feel encouraged to start a journey all their own.

Xoxo ❤️
Jewels