It’s been weeks since I’ve allowed myself to write. More than that. About myself, that is. Now that I’m healthy my words lack meaning. Who wants to hear about how great my life is going? Good art never came from happy people! (No offense to happy artists. Hey, I’m one of them now.) I’m writing … More Turkey Day
Most of my posts these days are quite recovery-oriented, but I want to raise awareness for the uglier parts of the process. In honor Halloween (yeah yeah, I’m one week late, I know), I’m throwing it back to my Halloween in residential treatment. Below is where I was and how I felt that day: October … More Trick or Treat!
“You’re perfect.” Fuck! Why is “you’re perfect” driving me crazy? That’s obviously the best case scenario, right? But does “you’re perfect” mean “you’re literally perfect, like you’re back in your weight range,” or does it mean, “you’re close, you maintained, you didn’t lose, etc.” ? Below is what I sent to Jan on Saturday morning: … More Weighed to Perfection