Restriction is…

Unlike my previous Anorexia Is post almost two years ago, this is not planned or edited. This is raw. I am in the pit of restriction and this is going to be an honest picture of what that’s like.

Your therapist, dietitian, and doctor not being able to hide their concern. So much brain fog. Exhaustion that sleep cannot touch. Wasting perfectly good food your mom sent you. Eating the absolute bare minimum. Putting off supplements.Being terrufued if Lies, so many lies all day long. Having to write down an entire notecard of what happened on session because you lose it all within an hour otherwise. Seeing someone lifeless looking back at you in the mirror. Hours of time going by with little memory of what happened. Feeling too weak to even do gentle yoga. Apathy. Watching your grades slip fast. Hating being at home on the weekends because it means eating more/food police. Hiding the truth from everyone. When it hurts to smile or be around others. Ed thoughts every waking moment. Exhilarating, when it comes to the eating disorder. Ignoring your hunger until it isn’t even there, only emptiness. Forgetting to message your mom all day. Putting everything else last. Shutting out everyone. Hiding. Ignoring any signs that you’ve gone too far. Anxiety dominating everything. Freezing no matter how many blankets you have. Sticking to the smallest list of safe foods. Defining your worth by the amount of food you ate that day. Goals shrinking by the day. Denying yourself every food you enjoy. A false sense of strength. Napping for hours on end.Not just about losing weight.  Zoning off constantly. Being at constant war with yourself. Needing to justify every bite of food. When ED behaviors happen on their own. A dying body. Losing the girl underneath this disorder. Not believing those in your treatment team.  Completely miserable.

4 thoughts on “Restriction is…

  1. I’m glad you are spilling your thoughts out in to a post. I always find that helps in some weird way. I don’t know about you but it reminded me how that “false sense of strength” was the only thing I acknowledged when in the midst of it. I simply discounted all the rest.

    Hang in there… it’s one bite at a time.

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