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Overcoming anorexia

I have an instagram account, one of those addictive recovery accounts and all i see day in and day out is people posting their food.
But what catches my attention are the foods people eat. I follow over 500 accounts and there are about 10 accounts that i an truly say eat normal food and whatever they fancy.
But what i do see is the same foods repeated by everyone, 'salads, questbars, lowfat sandwiches, chickpeas, protein powder, protein pancakes, protein and egg white oatmeal' i just dont understand! Its easy to get caught up in whats needed. Like wheres the chocolate, the sweets. The essential fats your body needs to survive!
You are depriving your bodies of what it needs, it needs foods that you wont eat!
How can you live the rest of your life when you have to measure out everything, get up at ridiculous hours to prepare your food.
The answer is that you cant!
You need to have normality in your diet. You need to wake up and eat whatever you want and however much you want. You have to understand your hunger and be able to feed it! If youre craving pizza, you should allow yourself to eat that!
You cant live a life planned around your mealplan! You have to be able to go out with your friends for something to eat if thats what they fancy doing!
And exercise? Like you are severely underweight, do you think you really need to exercise? No, you dont.
You need to sit on your ass and help your body repair itself! You cant do thy if its constantly working to burn calories!  You need to stop working so hard, hell put your education, job and life on hold to recover.
Nothing is more important than your health!
I left college in order to recover properly, i was inpatient whilst all my friends celebrated finishing their education! I have missed out on going to university but you know what, im so glad i did! Because now im ready to go to university, im ready to get a job and i can do all that now, healthy and happy! Trust me you enjoy everything more if you arent suffering.
Its also difficult seeing very underweight people posting pictures of their body and then seeing over sufferers comment on how amazing they look, its just wrong! Its feeding their illness and its awful to see! It makes someone feel good about being severely underweight. There is no perfect way to recovery but there are things you have to overcome in order to rccover.
Everybody has different ways in how they recover and i totally respect that, but come on, please, recover from this hell.

Xoxo

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  1. Hey! I follow you on instagram (gemc200) and i am also a blogger (https://gemgemgoesglobal.wordpress.com/)

    I wanted to comment on this because I absolutely agree with you. I follow so many people on instagram that claim to be "recovery accounts", when in actual fact they are just deluding themselves. It's another addiction, another way to monitor, measure, compare. I am in recovery myself, though I won't lie by saying i'm anywhere near recovered. I'm maintaining some level of normality but I feel like there is some glass ceiling I need to break through to really get to that point where I can say i'm being successful in recovery, if you know what I mean.

    Instagram is like an addiction, I completely agree with you. People comment on posts that are attention seeking, not on purpose, but because sufferers need some way to release the guilt, either from eating or from not eating. Really, it's brutal and we'd all probably be better off without it.

    You are so beautiful and it's inspiring to read posts from someone who seems to see so clearly now. You don't lie that it's not hard at times but the important thing is that you know it's hard, but you are equipped to deal with it and get on with your life and be happy.

    Sorry for this mad rant, I just thought you should know that even if people who follow you are struggling, even if you struggle, there are people out there who are happy for you and who admire your "FUCK ED" attitude :) SSDD (same shit, different day) ;) xx

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