Tales of a (Recovering) Disordered Eater

My BFF (since we were 11!) and I at the wedding this weekend

I I had to give myself a headline, I’m pretty sure it would read something like this: “Libra Seeking Balance.”

Of all the things I strive for, balance has been the trickiest.

I do really well at over-achieving, and I admittedly suck at failure … I don’t know how to “half-ass” something. I tend to over-analyze things to death, so I’m very reflective …  but balance has remained elusive, a Holy Grail for me, if you will.

I’ve had moments of clarity over the past year and a half, but try as I might, in spite of being a Libra (for which balance should be more natural), I struggle relentlessly with finding it and, more importantly, maintaining it.

As a naturally anxious person, this makes perfect sense. But I’m learning to work through my anxiety, and being away is always a good opportunity to put the pedal to the metal.

And so, this weekend, I let go. I lived the life of a recovered disordered eater. (You heard me; go ahead and nix the “ing” suffix, ok?!) (more…)