Food for Thought · Mental Health

Accepting Your Buddha Belly

Right now, I am extremely anxious. I am reminding myself to breathe, to focus, to listen, to do anything but dwell on how uncomfortable I am both mentally and physically. This is the reality of recovery, of life. I want to do something, anything, to make the uncomfortable feelings and anxious thoughts go away. But instead I am sitting with them and damn, it is hard!

As I sit here, I can feel my stomach push against the waist of my pants; the feeling of being full, almost overly so, is overwhelming. I am not used to it and now I no longer have the eating disorder to turn to so that I can get rid of it. Instead, I am trying to accept that bodies change literally every day. This is based on a wide range of factors, right down to the amount of water you’ve drunk that day. But the real reason I am feeling so incredibly anxious is because 1) I am still on a weight gain meal card and I am not meeting with a dietitian until Tuesday and 2) I have not been very active over the past week or so. Since school started on the 8th, the majority of my attention has gone to that.

But what is done is done. I have eaten, I followed my meal card (more or less), and at this point, it is not for me to say whether it is too much. Trusting, trusting, trusting. Easier said than done but I am trying, I am doing the hard things.

I am doing the hardest thing of all: learning to accept myself, Buddha belly and all. Because that belly allows me to actually live and thrive. It moves up and down as I am gasping for breath from laughing so much. It lets me digest food and have the energy to play with my siblings.

Buddha belly over anorexia any day.

Food for Thought · Mental Health

Finding What Feels Good With Exercise

As yesterday marked the beginning of eating disorder awareness week, I’ve decided to write a few posts about recovery related topics. But, I must say, that all of these issues can affect people without an eating disorder as well. Our culture is very screwed up when it comes to body standards, food, and exercise.

Today I’m going to talk about something that I haven’t really touched on before: exercise. I’ve had a complicated relationship with it, to say the least and I feel like it’s time to talk about it. Maybe it will help someone or just let someone know that they are not alone when it comes to trying to find balance.



Exercise. The word brings up a lot of things for me. For most of my childhood, I didn’t even really think about it. Sure, I went to dance classes and was just intuitively active, as most kids are.

But…Then puberty happened. Those fun, awkward, completely confusing years. All of the sudden, my body was changing and I wasn’t dancing anymore and it freaked me out.

So, being me, the ultimate planner, I decided to “do something about it.” This included starting to exercise.

At first, it wasn’t obsessive and I actually enjoyed it. I found some YouTube videos, did them, and moved on.

But, at some point, that changed. My whole mindset around exercise changed.

Instead of doing something because it felt good, I did what burned the most calories. If I wasn’t drenched in sweat afterwards and completely exhausted, it didn’t count. Suddenly, exercise was a punishment, for eating, for breaking one of the many ED rules I had.

It was soul-sucking, all consuming. Until I had exercised for that day, that was all I could think about. I pushed my body and my mind and contrary to popular belief, that is NOT a good or admirable thing.

Then I went to treatment, came back, and considered my relationship with exercise healed.

And while I have never exercised like I did before treatment, I am still working on my mindset around movement. I have to constantly question whether I am doing this thing (whether it’s yoga/Pilates/walking) because I want to or because I feel like I should because (insert disordered reason here).

I have learned that I simply (and just don’t want to) do some forms of exercise without falling back into the exercise trap. For example, running. Or for that matter, most forms of structured cardio.

If I say I’m doing a HIIT workout or a Jillian Michaels video for fun or because it feels good, you know I’m lying.

So, I just don’t do those things. And I am slowly accepting that that is totally okay. It doesn’t matter how many so-called “experts” say that XYZ is the best workout…If it doesn’t feel good and, most importantly, if you don’t enjoy it don’t do it!

I am beginning to find what works for me. And that might change as time goes on. Right now, this means yoga, some stretching, and walking (and random dance parties in my bedroom…)

…Because it was sort of realavant and really colorful.


All of this to say: you do you. You are not the ceebrity fitness trainer on TV or your best friend. What works for them in terms of exercise might not be what feels good for you.

So…Find what feels good.

And if you get that reference, you are officially awesome😁


Good night (or good morning/afternoon/insert time here).

Until next time,



Tell me:

-What form of movement feels best to you right now?



Mental Health · Uncategorized

The One With the Therapist (…sort of)

I have been to many therapists. Okay, maybe “many” is too strong a word. But I have been to more than most people and I have come away with quite a few interesting, if not always enlightening, experiences. However, I would have to say that the one I had today (technically yesterday…it is currently midnight)… Continue reading The One With the Therapist (…sort of)