Hello sweetpeas!
Hope you all had a beautiful Thanksgiving. I loved hearing about your family traditions and memories… sounds like you Americans definitely know how to celebrate
I’ve been having quite negetive thoughts for the past few days. I’ve gained about 2 lbs in the past 3 weeks, which logically I know is a good step in the right direction, but now I can’t shake off the expected uncomfortable ”fat” feelings that always come with weight gain, and ED keeps telling me that now I’ve gained at last I can’t be sick any more and I can stop gaining. That those 2lbs have suddenly made me healthy and I no longer look underweight.
Having gone for so long feeling positive and motivated in recovery, these negetive feelings and thoughts have hit me pretty hard, and I’m really struggling to cope with them. I keep trying to rationalise with myself that I’m not done yet, and still have a lot left to gain, but ED is so loud at the moment, my efforts are all in vain.
I’m trying hard not to act on these thoughts though. Slipping now will cause nothing but further problems, and I have so much to lose! I don’t mean weight when I say that, I mean all my future plans and dreams. They are too precious for me to give up, and I need to keep reminding myself of these to stay motivated.
My mum (and treatment team) desperately want me to get to a healthy weight before I start uni at the beginning of February. I’ve been set an intial target weight to reach by then thats a good 15-20lbs higher than what I am now, and quite honestly it just seems too scary to even contemplate. It would make my mum so happy to see me reach that weight, and I know she would be so reassured about me moving half way across the world if she knew my health was at a better place, but I just can’t convince myself thats what I want. I’m scared if I go to uni at a weight I’m not comfortable with, I’ll relapse straight away and my dream will come to an ubrupt end. Or is this just ED talking? I don’t know any more, I find it so difficult to differentiate between Hannah’s voice and ED’s voice. They seem to be merging into one.
At the same time, the voice is telling me “it doesn’t matter you’ve gained a bit of weight this month – you can just lose it all when you get to UCT anyway.” These thoughts are scaring the sh*t out of me. I would be so easy to lose weight at uni, away from my parents, my doctors, my caring friends, in an environment where I can eat what I want (or don’t want) and have unlimited access to the gym.
Am I ready for all this freedom?
How do I discipline myself not to abuse these privileges I’m being trusted with?
I’m sorry this post sounds so negetive, I’ve just been full of emotions recently and need somewhere to let them out. And I could really do with any advice or experience you guys have if you wish to share. I hate that I’m doubting my strength in my recovery and constantly second guessing myself, but I think its better that I address all these worries now rather than later.
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On a more positive note, the postman (who is turning into a good friend of mine, due to my family’s ridic addiction to internet shopping
) had the most delightful surprise for me this morning…
A parcel from my fabulous little dancer Jee! I cannot tell you how much this brightened my day – I couldn’t stop smiling! This divine package included a lovely long letter that truly touched my heart, a pecan lara, coffee jocolat (cannot WAIT to try!) a pomegranate and plum “re bar”, my first ever clif bar ! in peanut toffee buzz flavour, and a gorgeous key necklace that has the word “stregth” written on it, which was just what I needed to read today! Seriously this girl is too amazing, her thoughtfulness has left me speechless. Thank you my angel! Your beautiful spirit was carried with through with this parcel, and has made such a difference to my mood today
How lucky I am to have met such amazing people through blogging! I don’t know what I would do without you all.
Ok I’ll leave it there before I get too mushy
I hope you all had a good week, and enjoy the start to your weekend! I have lots of antics planned to keep my mind and body busy in an attempt to distract myself from these negetive feelings.


















Fun fact: The boy Christopher Robin in the Winnie the Pooh stories was based on A A Milne’s, Christopher Robin Milne, and used to live next door to my doctor 




