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PLEASE, READ BELOW BEFORE YOU GO THROUGH:
This was my breakfast today, but, the doctors has noticed that my body is in some “starvation mode” (is that the name?) and because of that I have to increase my calories very slowly, from a very low amount (very very low, actually). Because in case I just suddenly get many calories in my system after this long time where my body had been in starvation mode, I can get something called “refeeding syndrome”,which in the worst case, can kill me.
Today I can eat a little more than yesterday but, but not a lot.
So, this breakfast is not NORMALLY enough and you should not take it as an example for your recovery. Currently I’m in a treatment that allow me this amount of food, so as soon possible, I can get the normal amount. And P.S.: Doctors are aware of the fact that my body still need to heal, so I’m getting nutrients and vitamins in my vein.
But yes, my breakdast was a slice of full corn bread with a slice of cheese, an apple and a NutriDrink with mango-flavor because that’s the flavor they have at the moment. And green tea.
do you know what? I like being a bit softer sometimes!
I like that when I walk my thighs touch. It feels warm and snuggly.
I like when my chins come out to play. It makes me laugh.
I like that my stomach has rolls. It’s full of food and life and I couldn’t be happier.
take the time to remind yourself what’s great about being healthy again. there are 10000 other things that are good about recovery. you just have to know where to look :)))))
Как же ужасно лежать в больнице, особенно с ребёнком ужасное настроение, больничная еда ... хорошо если ещё приносят покушать из дома
Я решила так сказать совместить «приятное» с полезным решила похудеть с Energy diet пока мы лежали с малышом)
Не пришлось есть невкусную больничную еду, а кушать вкусные коктейли ; не нужно было просить чтобы тебе постоянно приносили ♀️ покушать; не было никаких соблазнов чего-то лишнего скушать и ещё и полный набор витаминов и минералов получила.
В общем в итоге за 5 дней моей вкусной диеты в больнице ушло 2,5 кг теперь продолжаем дальше!!!
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Well here goes nothing I’m 28, from Australia and you can call me T. I’m quite a private person as I have received a lot of hate over my anorexia. I’m ashamed I always have been of this evil illness.
I guess it all started when I was 8 I was bullied a lot and being a perfectionist and already being diagnosed with severe ocd I spent much of my primary school years seeing psychologists that instantly made me... the weird kid, the loser, the one who just “wasn’t right” and I always saw things as my fault. Bad grades = stupid, no friends = loser and the list went on. Despite the highest of expectations I was actually always top of all my classes, given advanced work even partaking in higher school classes to help me stay intellectually stimulated. This again put a target on my back and I placed even more pressure on myself. Anything less than 100% was failure and I was only 8. Food quickly became a way I could punish myself a form of self mutilation where I could punish myself for anything less than perfect. In my mind if I was not considered good enough I was undeserving of food.
I was always underweight given the nickname spider monkey by my dad for my extremely thin frame and long limbs, and this was in fact all prior to starving myself.
At first it was just not eat a meal here or there, then a day of not eating and by my first year of high school with the pressure of being in every advanced class in a competitive all girls private college food became non existent. I hid it so well my parents had no clue so fixated on my grandpa who we cared for at home dying and my dads own cancer and the focus on my continued severe ocd and now apparent anxiety food kind of flew under the radar.
Everyone knows the tricks passing up food for homework and assignments, getting into a competitive sport mine being swimming and of course all those layers of baggy clothing. My private school uniform was by far the most deceptive cover up as being in a kilt long sleeve blouse heavy knitted jumper and thick blazer with all but my ankles covered even my teachers weren’t aware.
At 13 when my life changed forever people were in shock how did I fly under the radar? TBC...