I love my boring life.
The past few days have been perfectly delicious. Cooking, cleaning, writing, reading, crocheting, watching TV with my boyfriend. Peace and quiet. Nothing exciting.
This life I live now is exactly the thing I was terrified of before I got sober from sugar. I knew that I needed to give up sugar. My eating disorders were making my life unbearable. But I thought all of my happiness was over. How could I ever enjoy life again without chocolate cake? Without drinks at the bar?
I was so afraid of being bored to death. I was afraid of not feeling alive. The irony is that I was so trapped in my fear and insecurity, or sometimes the fantasy life in my head, that I was not actually living.
Don’t get me wrong. I had a lot of fun when I was younger. I was definitely a party girl. And I have great friends. But fun is not happiness. Fun is not serenity. Fun is not joy. It’s just fun. And it has its place. But it is external.
Chasing fun is no longer a necessity in my life, because I have a kind of peace and contentment that comes from inside me.
A lot of the fun I was having was so I could escape thinking about the things in my life that I was ashamed of. I was so easily overwhelmed to the point of paralysis. I had so much anxiety that I didn’t know how to take a small step because I was intimidated by looking at the whole journey. So there I was letting my life pass me by, not doing things that needed to be done, telling lies to cover that up. Constantly worried about the state of my life and what was going to happen to me.
Very exciting. If you’re into that kind of thing…
For me, being sober from sugar is not just about not eating sugar. It’s about dealing with all of the things in my life that I was using sugar to avoid. Because without sugar, I was forced to deal with them. They say if you want to know what you are eating over, stop eating. All that stuff comes right up and pokes you in the forehead.
I am not done dealing with myself. The point for me is to never be done dealing with myself. And the changes I have made so far were not quick. Or clean. Or smooth.
But I got myself to a place where I don’t have to escape the life I have. I am not ashamed of myself. And I don’t have to enjoy everything. Some things in my life are not sunshine and roses, it’s true. But every day, at any given moment, I love my life. The mundane is a sweet reminder that I can be with my reality exactly the way it is and be perfectly happy.
onceafatgirl 
Enjoyed reading your blog. Very inspirational. My sugar addiction is for no apparent reason. Like tonight I had 6 handfulls of M and M minis after dinner. I felt like rewarding myself. One hand full wasnt enough. I had to keep going back to the bag and pour them in my hand and shove them in my mouth. They are so pretty to look at, colorful and shiny shaped like pills.. While I was doing it I was feeling guilt and fear. Guilt because I know how bad it is for my body and fear of getting closer to fat and further away from a better life. Im going to try to pay more attention to my motives. I also had 1 mountain Dew and 2 glasses of Pepsi this evening at dinner. Im on a roll.