Tales of a (Recovering) Disordered Eater

I like a good challenge, and prior to getting a trainer (two more sessions left with her and then I’m on my own), it had been so long since I had given myself a good physical challenge.

Last night, Cristi (my trainer) kicked the hell out of my triceps, chest, back and abs. We did super-sets and I am feeling it today. But I love it. Oooh, I love it.

When I am lifting, I feel strong, lean, in charge. I only think of what my body is capable of when I’m lifting, not what it lacks. I think of the musculature that is developing in time, of the tightening of my figure with each set, each rep. It’s therapeutic in a way. (more…)