Twenty years ago and a lifetime ago
Twenty years ago today I was pretty miserable.
I don’t think about it much at all now. Not even as my anniversaries approach year by year.
But someone said something to me recently that reminded me that 20 years ago right now, I was 28 years old, I was an exercise bulimic and a regular old stick a toothbrush down your throat bulimic, I had gained 30 pounds since Halloween two months earlier, and I was terrified because I could not see a way out.
But also, it was good for me. A kind of shock to my system. I had hit a bottom.
Once I started trying to make myself throw up, I could not pretend that I didn’t have a problem. We had reached After School Special levels of not okay.
As I approach my 20th anniversary this week, I get to really remember the excruciating pain of existing in the food. I could not stop eating. I could not stop punishing my body for it. With laxatives, with bulimia, with exercise to the point of and past injury, with harming myself any way I thought I had to so I could be in a different body. BUT STILL I COULD NOT STOP EATING!
So yes, it basically comes down to the fact that I am grateful for the ability to stop eating. Food thoughts don’t plague me. All of my eating is guilt free. I have a life beyond my wildest dreams. I have the ability to live a life between my meals. And love my meals 3 times a day.
These boundaries are freedom. This freedom is liking, loving, and trusting myself. This is nearly two decades of increasing peace.
So here’s to my gratitude for the past almost 20 years and here’s to a lifetime more.
