Today, I ate...

Today I ate.

And that is the stand out point for me. I was hungry and so I ate. And do you know what? I didn’t think about it. Not one bit. Well, maybe a little. A little tiny bit of me screamed ‘you can’t eat all that food! You’re insane!’. But I didn’t listen to it. I said ‘Oh yeah… Well watch me’. And with every mouthful of my (deep breath) bananasmoothie,bowlofnuts,bagofpopcorn,steamedmushroombun,crackerswithpeanutbutterandbanana,chocolateslice,handfulofseeds,glassofmilk (phew….) I thought ‘I am taking care of my body. I am giving it the food it needs and the nourishment it requires. I am loving myself’. And you know what? This started off as just an afternoon snack. But I was so hungry. It was like an hour before dinner and I still had room for a good portion. And you know what? I felt fucking amazing! I felt liberated. I feel like I just won a battle. And you know what?  I did. I won. I beat that eating disorder. I said ‘Hah! I don’t need you. I am eating and it feels goooooooood!’

I love myself. I don’t care that it sounds pretentious. I really do. I feel fabulous. I feel amazing. I feel fantastic. I feel like a friggin’ goddess!

Remember: There is never such a thing as eating too much in recovery. Your body is screaming for help. It wants the food. Be kind to it. Love it. Nourish it. And friggin’ enjoy it. Enjoy every mouthful for what it is – one step any from death, from kidney failure, from osteoporosis and one step towards life. Glorious life. Wonderful life.

Eat gorgeous eat. You deserve it. Go, go go!

xxLissa