I woke up this morning with the feeling that someone else's good news is not my bad news. So that was that, today I have been feeling good. When I realised, this morning, that today was going to be a good day, I was so happy and grateful just for that. So many days still do not start off so good. They are certainly not as crippling as they were when I was bulimic but still I wanna shout praise for the good days. I read somewhere that recovery can take 7 years and, just to contradict it, that recovery takes as long as the disorder prevailed. The latter is scary as I know that I had some disordered eating behaviours from age eight. And hey, I am old! However long it takes I am happy to be where I am, making progress and not obsessing over my weight or letting it affect my day.
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