Recovery is life

Dieting is so so strange, I think my whole over view on a diet is that I was constantly on one? The prospect of a diet is that you do it for a short amount of time to loose weight and then most people would just yoyo for the rest of their lives. A 'healthy life style change' is what's promoted, which is mad because everyone's view on 'healthy' is so different and why should we look at it as a healthy life, shouldn't we be happy and balanced? I've been on a diet for as long as I can remember. (apart from recovery of course). I guess this is hard for me to write because I always thought of myself as fully recovered and for a long time I truly thought I was. I recovered well, I ate well and my hunger and all my happiness came flying back. But this last 8 months (rough guessing here) I think I have been taking more control of my diet than usual. Of course nothing like my past, but I watch what I eat. I instantly thought I was going backwards, but actuall

Well hello there, Okay so, your life is exactly that, yours. Not anorexia, not bulimia's, not depression nor anxiety. Its yours. Do you find yourself planning your days around your mental health? Thinking, no I cant go there because this will effect my anxiety or my eating disorder. You may think that you're living that way, by avoiding situations that will make you feel un easy, but in the long term that is not a way to live. You need to be able to do whatever it is you want, and not be stopped by the fear of the un known. Step 1: Plan Plan ahead, you will feel more relaxed if you plan. Think if you're going for a day trip and you're not sure where there is to eat or there are any shops to pick up a snack. Make yourself a packed lunch and take it with you, if there is a cafe there then you can grab some food, but a least you will always have a back up. You will feel much more at ease knowing that there is food right in your bag if there is no where to eat or you

HELLO, oh my I have missed posting, I have missed being involved and writing blog posts mostly! Well I have been up to a lot. Firstly, I am starting a new degree in September studying Mental health nursing and I am so excited! finally going to be doing something I love and enjoy! As you all probably know I was in hospital myself and saw the lengths that nurses go to, to ensure our safety and success and I am so proud to be apart of it.  (And i tell you what, you have no idea how much maths revision I did for these interviews). Health wise I am doing well, my body is stronger than ever and I have been training in the gym and really enjoying exercising and spending time with my mum too as we go together! I have started cooking again and really looking after myself, I think Ive finally found balance! Im still working full time and I do find it hard because all I want to do is be a massive lazy bum but oh well, I work to live! Theres a lot of movement recently in this social

The heading looks misleading but it's a topic I've been thinking about a lot, let me explain. I've been physically and mentally recovered now for nearly 2 years and I've always either put on weight or stayed the same but now my body is settling into it normal life and my daily eating habits are changing with work and day trips. I've naturally lost weight, not drastic, it's literally just my body settling down and getting comfy, I think. But from past experiences it's so hard to deal with, not for me but for my family. My mum and dad become worried and are constantly egging me on to eat more and more, when I'm eating no less than I was before, it's just how my body has fluctuated. It's difficult to understand the minds of others, and rightfully they can be worried but they definitely don't need to. It's just trying to establish that trust with your family for them to not be worried, but they have single handingly seen me lie to their f

Blah blah blah, we all hate fitness. It can be upsetting and hard to deal with. Me personally, I forgot how to exercise, properly. I didn't know how to look after myself. I had zero fitness, if I ran up the stairs I had to take a nap. I just didn't know where to start. I wanted to do something (fully physically and mentally recovered) I just didn't want to push myself and I didn't want to have to do too much, because lazy. So I started doing stretches, beginners yoga, I really loved it! I felt myself becoming calmer and a lot more flexible! I didn't push myself and I didn't find it too challenging mentally. I really enjoyed progressing. I always wanted to run again, I loved it, I used to run for my town and it was such a hobby and a passion of mine! So I went on small jogs and power walks with my boyfriend. (I think he still hates me for dragging him around) but it got my fitness going again! I love fresh air and being outside and actually doing something!

I don't really know what to write about anymore, I love writing. I find I can express myself in ways I can't do physically. But, I guess I never want to talk about me? I try and pick a topic and write about it, but what if I want to just blab on about my day and how the lettuce on my sandwich was soggy for lunch. (World war problems soggy lettuce btw) So this is going to be about me, read on if you want, if not then I understand that my life doesn't interest you. (And my soggy lettuce) I'm happy. Sometimes I think I'm not, I talk myself into feeling like I'm unsuccessful in everything I set out to do. I put myself down before I've had a chance to work myself up! I guess that is a flaw of mine. I'm on medication for depression and I have been for just over 2 years. I'm at a point or was were I thought about bringing down my dosage, so I did, (doctors orders of course) and but by bit my happiness started to slide away. (I'd like to point out