Why I Quit Diet Talk and Why You Should Too

Diet talk. Early in my recovery, it was the phrase that changed everything.

Back then, getting food into my mouth felt like a Herculean feat. Eating in front of or with people was horrific enough — OMG I have to acknowledge publicly that I, a fat-ish person, eats! The shame! — but what made being around other people even worse was that the self-depreciating way everyone else talked about food.

Exercise vs. Joyful Movement

It is possible to have a healthy relationship with exercise that doesn’t involve self-hatred or overdoing it, but I don’t have that yet. My relationship with exercise is still fraught, and I have to be really careful not to tumble down the rabbit hole of obsessive/compulsive patterns around it. 

Finding Amelia

I woke up at 2:37am to the sound of paws padding the carpet. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I slowly propped myself up on my elbows and the down comforter slipped down from my chest. The cool night air brought goosebumps to my skin. I squinted to make out where the sound was coming from and heard more padding paws, then panting and a scratch at the door.