I love beginnings, but endings are not my thing. When leaving a party, I'm a big fan of the Irish goodbye (aka sneaking out without telling anyone.) I don't like the awkward hugs, the cheek kisses, the feeling that a good time is over. When writing, I never have a problem with the opening sentence, … Continue reading The decade of my eating disorder, and of my recovery
Three years ago I was going through one of my worst relapses. I was injured post my second full marathon and worried that I'd never truly be able to recover from my eating disorder. I'd made it three or four months without purging (my hallmark of a relapse) many times. I'd made it eight months … Continue reading Eating disorder recovery is real, and so Werth it
This morning, I woke up at 2 a.m. with my stomach growling. Not the kind of growl you can roll over and ignore. The kind of growl that demands immediate attention. My tired feet padded out of the bedroom, into the kitchen and located the only clean knife left, a few pieces of bread and … Continue reading Eating enough for a marathon
