Staying 6 Feet Away from Diet Culture

One of the biggest things I have noticed in my recovery is the presence of diet culture in the world. Diet culture is more than someone being on a diet. The best definition I could find is “Diet culture is a set of beliefs revolving around the idea that “thin” bodies are the most desirable, valuable, and “healthy.” Diet culture also conveys that eating a certain way is “good” or “bad” – and that a person’s worth increases when eating “healthy,” or when living in a small body.” 

Once you notice diet culture in our world, you realize just how prevalent it is. Everywhere I turn there is an ad for a new diet, or someone making a comment about how eating a certain food is bad and they should punish themselves. I’d love to shed some light on the biggest myths surrounding diet culture. 

Myth #1: Thin is better
Everyone knows that society prefers thin people. The media has been pushing unrealistic standards for women for as long as the media has existed. We are making progress, but there is still so much work to be done. You are worthy, no matter what size your body is. Your body will grow and shrink throughout your life, but your worth will never change. I have recently become passionate about “Health At Every Size” or “HAES”. HAES celebrates all bodies from all backgrounds, and focuses on the idea that someone can be healthy or unhealthy at every size. Thinner bodies are not always healthy and bigger bodies are not always unhealthy. Celebrate where your body is at. 

Myth #2: Sweets, Carbs, and Fats are bad
Timberline Knolls is focused on the idea that all foods fit. There are no bad foods or good foods, food is just food. This might be one of the most common lies that diet culture pushes (and probably the one that annoys me the most). Here’s the truth: your body receives necessary nutrients from EVERY FOOD YOU EAT. Take bread for example. Many diets recommend cutting out bread because it is high in carbs. Did you know that fruits have carbs too? The bottom line is your body doesn’t see food as bread or a banana. Your body sees it as a carbohydrate and is excited to use it as fuel. Carbohydrates are necessary for survival. Fats are necessary for survival. Even sugar is necessary for survival. Don’t fall into the trap that food is bad. Or even worse, never think that you are bad for eating something. Never apologize for fueling your body. 

Myth #3: Diets work!
Any food plan where you intentionally avoid certain foods is a diet. (Of course I’m not talking about food allergies.) Avoiding sugar, cutting carbs, and counting calories are all forms of dieting. And they are all harmful. Aside from restricting your body of vital nutrients, diets can have a negative affect on your mental health. I have seen so many people make themselves absolutely miserable just to lose a few pounds. Did you know that avoiding your body’s natural cravings make them worse? If you intentionally deprive your body of your favorite dessert, that makes the craving louder. Instead, eat what your body is craving and go on with your day. If diets were so successful, then they would work on the first try. There would be no need to jump on the new diet craze because it would’ve worked the first time. 

I decided this post was relevant now more than ever with the amount of “Quarantine 15” posts I’ve seen. What seems like a harmless joke to some can be incredibly triggering for those in recovery. We are in a global pandemic. Gaining a few pounds is the last thing we should be worrying about. If you gain weight during quarantine, you gain weight during quarantine. That’s it. Our bodies naturally shift throughout our lives, and that’s ok. Society has brainwashed us into believing that weight gain is bad. Your ideal body weight is whatever number you are at when you are living your must fulfilled, happiest life. Why are you letting a diet decide when that is? 

I could go on and on about the lies diet culture feeds us. Just because diet culture is everywhere, doesn’t mean you have to be a part of it. I used to be a slave to diet culture and it got me nowhere. Since breaking up with diet culture, yeah, I gained weight. But, I also gained confidence, freedom, and joy. I gained a life worth living, and that was worth every pound. I am worthy because of who I am as a person, and that has nothing to do with my appearance. I’m choosing to stay AT LEAST 6 feet away from anything that tries to tell me otherwise. And I hope you do too. 

How to Stay in Recovery While in Quarantine

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.” – Helen Keller

What a weird time we are living in right now. The world is pretty chaotic, everyone is experiencing some kind of anxiety, and the fear of the unknown is overwhelming.

About a month ago, my university decided to transition to virtual learning for the rest of the semester. We were told to go home for Spring Break and we couldn’t come back. It didn’t seem real at first. Instead of preparing for our upcoming spring band tour, I was packing up my dorm room and saying goodbye to my favorite place. Like everyone, my mind was racing with what was going to happen next. I was devastated to be leaving school so soon. I was disappointed that more things kept getting canceled every day. I was curious about how to get a music degree online. But none of those things were my biggest worry. I was the most nervous about my recovery. 
Things were going really well at school. I was sticking to my meal plan, I had a steady schedule with my treatment team, I was about to hit my 1 year of recovery and I was feeling so strong.

Then, everything changed. And I wasn’t feeling so strong anymore.

Change and I don’t really get along. When I experience a lot of change in my life, my eating disorder loves to swoop in and take over. It tries to convince me that letting ED be in charge will create stability and give me a sense of control. Spoiler alert – that’s not what happens. 
Even though the world is falling apart, I decided I wasn’t going to fall with it. (Plus, my therapist is on maternity leave and I promised her I wouldn’t fall apart while she was gone.) This is just another bump in the path. A pretty big bump in everyone’s path, but like I have said before, recovery is not linear.

If you have been struggling with your recovery in this season, here are a few tips that I have found helpful for me.

1: Stay in close contact with your treatment team
Don’t be afraid to check in with your treatment team more often. I was seeing my team every few weeks or so, but now I am seeing them weekly. Of course it’s not the same through zoom, but they will still do everything they can to keep me on track. Their support is something that will never change. Although we have to isolate from each other right now, don’t isolate yourself from your recovery.

2: Plan ahead
Planning is everything. The more you can plan ahead, the less opportunity the eating disorder has to dive in and try to take control. When I was in school, I didn’t have to do a lot of meal planning. I went to the dining hall when it was open and ate what they served. Now that the structure is gone, I’m trying to recreate that as much as possible. Every night I look at my schedule for the next day and think about when and what I’m going to eat. My dietician and I have made a list of meals that fit my meal plan. Of course it is important to be flexible with food choices, but having a list ready when the decision seems too overwhelming is totally ok. Planning ahead can alleviate that anxiety that comes up in the moment with a tough decision.

3: Don’t Give in to Diet Culture
It is so hard to shift your mindset from non stop thinking about food, weight, and body when society is so focused on food, weight, and body. Right now everyone is talking about grocery stores, food supply, and being afraid of weight gain during the pandemic. One of my favorite Instagram accounts, @jennifer_rollin sums up my thoughts perfectly: “Weight gain is NOT something that you need to fear. If it happens, it happens. All that means is that you’ve gained weight, nothing else. But try not to blame your body for any shifts that may occur. Our bodies will change and shift many times throughout our lives – and this is ok. You’ve been brainwashed to believe otherwise.” Don’t give in to the brainwashing. When this is all over, you’re going to be thankful that you continued to fuel your body.

4: Prioritize Self Care
When this whole quarantine thing happened, I expected I would be really productive, because what else would I have to do? Being in a global crisis is actually pretty exhausting for everyone. We need more rest right now, and that’s ok. I have started planning out specific time for self care every day. I even made a list of my favorite self care activities so I would have something to choose from. If you’re not as productive as you normally are, it’s ok. Never apologize for taking care of yourself.

I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know how long we’re going to be living like this. I don’t even know what next week looks like. But I do know this: Recovery is a daily action. No matter what is going on in the world, I have to keep choosing harmony with my body every minute of every day. Why? Because recovery is worth it. I haven’t worked this hard to only come this far. I deserve to stay in recovery. And you do too.

Recovery is hard. Recovery during a pandemic is even harder. When this all began I was afraid it would ruin my recovery. Then I realized that every day in recovery is still a day in recovery, and that should be celebrated. Celebrate your victories every day, no matter how small they may seem.

I’m proud of you. God loves you. You got this.

Journals from TK: Week 4

“Recovery isn’t easy, at first. It takes time. It takes more work sometimes than you think you’re willing to do. But it is worth every hard day, every tear, every terrified moment. It’s worth it because the trade-off is this: you let go of your eating disorder, and you get back your life.” – Marya Hornbacher

Week 4 was so bittersweet. After the hardest weeks of my life, I was finally given a discharge date. I was excited to get back to CMU, but I was pretty nervous. I wasn’t ready to leave this new support I had built. I had no idea what the “outside world” was going to look like. I tried to cherish the last week and plan ahead as much as I could.

March 19 – Day 22: I’m going to Disney World! 
Ahh today was such a good day! 100% a good day. After breakfast I was pulled for therapy. It went really well! We talked about a discharge date. She approved Tuesday the 26th! She just had to make sure the rest of my team was on board. 
After snack I saw my aftercare planner and she gave me the news. I’M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD! I started crying. I’m so excited. ED has taken so many things away from me and 1 by 1 I am taking them back. And it feels amazing. 

March 20 – Day 23: God is good. 
Today was such a good day! I got up and went to the room I’ve been having bible study in. I wasn’t feeling super optimistic since my 1 faithful member left yesterday. Well guess what, 4 people came today! I was shocked. It went really well! What an amazing way to start the day. I asked the spirituality leader if we could get more bibles to have on lodge for girls to use. The next thing I knew, she showed up with 7 bibles! So cool. 
It’s so weird that these are my last times in these groups. It feels like I just got here! 
Tonight I went to Celebrate Recovery. I have really enjoyed it. I think a church in Fayette does their own CR. I’m definitely going to go. 
I never would’ve imagined I’d be giving spiritual guidance. Or leading a bible study. Or willingly praying out loud for people. But I am. And my heart is so full. 

March 21 – Day 24: I am beautiful. I am strong. 
What a day. A lot of emotions today. 
After morning snack I was stopped by a nurse who had a few questions for me, nothing crazy. But I saw her clipboard. With my weight. That’s when things started to go wrong. It took a few minutes to sink in. I told a BHS as soon as I could. And of course she was right there and she was amazing. She actually took me to the mirror in my room and made me say “I am beautiful and I am strong.” She said I was doing so well and she was so proud. 
Lunch was definitely affected by me seeing my weight. It was very hard, but I did it. I showed up, I almost finished. And that’s enough. 
Tonight I had a really good check in with my favorite BHS (as usual). She encouraged me that I’m ready to go home. She said I’ve worked so hard and come so far. And my weight doesn’t matter. I’m going to miss everyone here so much, it’s actually pretty sad. Mostly unreal. But I can do this. 

March 22 – Day 25: It’s not goodbye, it’s see you later. 
Ok I know that was a cheesy heading, but it’s all I got. This morning (and all day really) was pretty relaxed. After breakfast I had a session with my therapist. We talked more about discharge and all things with that. I think I’m ready. I see her again tomorrow, for the last time. I just keep thinking about how I’ll never see these people again. It’s so crazy. 
Lunch was food challenge day. I was able to challenge myself (with the help of the ED program lead). And I didn’t cry this time! Major growth from last week. 
A lot of my friends have left, which is sad. It doesn’t seem real that I’m leaving next. 3 more full days. Disney World, here I come! 

March 23 – Day 26: Surround yourself with people you love. 
I’m 20! Today was definitely not what I wished for my birthday, but it turned out wonderful. They put a sign on my door for my birthday, super cute. 
I met with my therapist for the last time, which was sad. We made a relapse prevention plan. She also got me a birthday card, how sweet is that?! I really will miss her. 
We discussed having a party for me, but I wasn’t really expecting anything. One of the BHS called me for a check in. We went to the back hallway and chatted. She told me her supervisor found out about the party and said we couldn’t have parties during group therapy times. I tried not to be dissapointed, it was unexpected that they would do anything. After we talked, I went to the big group room to watch a movie with everyone. It was a surprise party!! I cried. They decorated the whole room with toilet paper streamers and flowers. And the best part, a sign saying “It is your birthday,” like on the Office. Omg. So so cute. Everyone was there. We listened to music and danced around. It was full of so much joy and so much laughter. Earlier I was kind of bummed to spend my birthday here, but it turned out being really special. Everyone here has been so sweet and so welcoming and I know they really care about me. It’s going to be really different not being here, but I’m ready. 

March 24 – Day 27: A little laughter goes a long way 
Today was another good, chill day. 
Our group this afternoon was relapse prevention. I’ve done so much work to prevent relapse, but man it makes me nervous. But I’m trying to stay positive! 
After dinner I hung out with some of my friends, which was really fun. 
Tomorrow is going to be very tough. Tomorrow is the last day with my 2 favorite BHSes. I’m really going to miss this place. I’ve made so many memories and new friends that I’ll probably never see again, which is super weird. 

March 25 – Day 28: I did it. 
Today was my last full day at TK. I can’t believe it is already here. It went by so fast. I had a sense of sadness all day today. I woke up and led my last bible study. I hope God will continue to work in the lives of everyone who came to bible study. That was one of the biggest blessings of my whole time here. 
Everything today was the last time. I spent as much free time with my friends as I could today. 
At Christian Process Groups, someone suggested I start a blog. I might do that, we’ll see. 
Before I knew it, it was graduation. That was crazy. I remember watching graduation the first week and dreaming about when  that would be me. I did it. My heart was full. 
It’s just crazy to think about my first few meals here versus my last. That’s the progress right there. 
The hardest part was saying bye to my favorite BHS. I pushed it off as long as I could. We went into a group room for the last time and I just cried. She has done so much for me, it’s just so weird I’ll never see her again. We talked and then finally said goodbye. 
Well TK, it’s been real. 28 of the hardest days of my life. But also 28 of the most important. You can either choose to live at war or in harmony with your body.
Just for today, I choose harmony. 

Journals from TK: Week 3

You may not be where you want to be, but at least you’re not where you used to be.

Week 3 already! Since TK is so isolated, we would say that we lived in “TK time.” With no connection to the outside world, it was hard to even keep track of what day it was. I love having my day planned down to the hour, so it was quite the adjustment for me to not even know what time it was. Before I knew it, it was Week 3.

March 12 – Day 15: Don’t give up on yourself
I still didn’t feel super great this morning. That bleh feeling from yesterday was still there. That wasn’t fun. Lunch was ok. I ate everything, which put me at 100% completion for breakfast, snack, and lunch. And honestly, I felt ok about it. My mood has really improved since this morning. 
Another 100% at afternoon snack! At group at 4:00 we filled out menus for the next week. I was able to fill out all of them! That was a major improvement. I used to not even be able to fill them out by myself.
I didn’t restrict today. Let me write that one more time. I didn’t restrict today. Omg. Today started out so awful, but is ending so positively. Thank God.
I can do this. 

March 13 – Day 16: “You are glowing today”
And that’s exactly how I feel. Today was such a good day.
I saw the doctor today. She said I’m doing really well and she doesn’t need to see me anymore! And I can go off safety! (Some groups were spread out around the TK campus, and your health determined if you were able to walk or if you had to ride) I was so excited, like my entire day was made. And just in time, the weather is getting so nice! Then I saw my dietician. She said she is so proud and I’m doing a great job! Then I went to snack and knocked out another 100%. Heck yeah. 
My heart is so full. 100% meals and snacks today! Ahh! And ED urges are almost totally gone. I know they’re not gone forever, but omg I am so excited. 

March 14 – Day 17: Be proud of yourself
Another good day! Today was day 1 of starting a morning bible study. It was just me and one other girl, but it was good. Who would’ve guessed I would lead a bible study at 6:15 AM in rehab? Alright God, I see you. Then I got to lead Community meeting today! Man, I’ve led a lot of things this week. Ahh! I’m killing this whole recovery thing. For the first time I’m really starting to feel proud. I’m starting to value this feeling more than I value the feeling of restricting. ED voice is so quiet, it might even be gone (for now). Not permanent, but it might be temporarily shut up. Which is an amazing feeling. I think I could get used to this. I’m feeling more and more like myself every day and I am loving it. 

March 15 – Day 18: It’s ok to have a bad day. You’re human.
Today was hard. It started out ok though. Oh, I forgot the most interesting part of this morning. I woke up and we had a new roommate! She definitely wasn’t there when I went to bed. So that’s interesting. 
Today was food challenge day. This time was Chinese food. I knew just walking to the dining hall that it would be rough. We got there and I started to panic. I had gone a few days with little to no urges and it was amazing. But that Chinese food ruined it. Every thought and urge showed up at once and hit me like a truck. It was awful. Total panic. 
Today has sucked. I’m getting more and more homesick. I’m not sure anymore.

March 16 – Day 19: Other people’s reactions are not your fault. 
I was extra tired this morning. Breakfast was fine. I wouldn’t let myself eat 100% though. I skipped morning snack. Not good. 
I had a good session with my therapist. We unpacked a lot. I feel better. 
Lunch was better! I felt much more optimistic. Back to where I was (almost). 
Dinner went much better too! A 100%. I hope I’m back on track. I know there are going to be hard days, I just wish it wasn’t from extreme to extreme, like a little more stable. Rachel and Erika are coming tomorrow! I am so excited. It’s gonna be amazing to see them. 

March 17 – Day 20: Today was a good day and here’s why
Today was Rachel and Erika day! And it was amazing. As soon as I saw both of them I cried happy tears. My heart was so full. Their visit was perfect. I can’t wait to be back at school with everyone. 
I did feel pretty self conscious today. Weight gain is uncomfortable. But overall I don’t think I had any ED urges today, which is amazing. 
I did an entire 500 piece puzzle today in 3 hours. I am a party animal, let me tell you. 
My heart is full tonight. We’re planning my birthday party! I don’t know if it’s just talk or if it’s actually going to happen, but it’s fun to think about. I really think I’ll be ok having my birthday here. Overall, today was really, really good.

March 18 – Day 21: There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Breakfast was good, cinnamon rolls! I was actually hungry before breakfast. And not mad about it. Progress.
Lunch was actually really good! I had no trouble eating all of it. 
After dinner I decided to look at my theory textbooks. It took a little bit to get my brain thinking about music again, but it felt so amazing. It felt so good. 
Then I led ABA (Anorexics and Bulimics Anonymous). I love leading that group! It just continues to spark my joy for starting my own ED support group. 

Week 3 had its ups and downs, like weeks 1 and 2. What is so significant about week 3 is the length of the challenging times. March 15 was a bad day. Normally bad days would knock me out for the next 2 or 3 days. By week 3? I was able to recover in about 24 hours. That’s growth.

I journaled a lot in week 3 about ED urges being almost gone. A year later, the urges are not 100% gone, but they are so much less frequent. And when they do come, I can usually recover in time for the next meal.

Life is not about getting rid of everything negative. It’s about reducing how it affects us and finding the balance. Find the harmony.

Journals from TK: Week 2

“Sometimes falling down is part of the process. That uncomfortableness is where change happens. Where we evolve. Where we turn that weakness into strength. This struggle that you’re going through is part of the process. And you will make it through.” – @nourishandeat

Week 2 started out really strong! I had a heart to heart with my favorite BHS that changed my entire perspective on treatment. Check out my blog post from back in June, “Progress over Perfection.” That explains the whole conversation in detail. Week 2 was also where I first encountered “Choose Harmony!” There’s a blog post on that one too, one of my very first posts 🙂 In week 2 I was pretty used to my new routine, including an hour of quiet time with God at 5:30 AM. I began to understand what this DBT thing was that everyone was talking about. My family came to visit and I was showered with mail. Seriously, the other residents hated me because of how much mail I got. I was able to talk to one of my professors on the phone and figure out a plan for school. Week 1 was survival, week 2 was diving into this new life.

March 5 – Day 8: 1 Week Down. 
Today was a good day. And for once I actually mean it. I had a really good talk with a BHS last night. We talked about baby steps. I realized part of the pressure I was putting on myself was just from me, not everyone else. I was telling myself I had to eat 100% of my food at every meal and snack. So of course that led to discouragement because it was unrealistic. So then I felt hopeless because I could never meet my goal. We talked about how no one expects me to do that. They understand I can’t do that yet. So we lowered the expectation, then I’m more likely to accomplish it and maybe more. 
My morning intent was to focus on the baby steps. I actually think I did that today. Meals were ok, groups were good, I got mail, just all good. I had 2 morning groups that were ED specific and I got a lot out of both of them. 

March 6 – Day 9: You are more than what you’re feeling right now.
My 4:00 group today was Awakenings. I was a little unsure, but it was so good. We basically had free time to connect with God however. So I journaled a prayer. And I came to a lot of realizations. The biggest being that I would rather have God than my eating disorder. I feel very hopeful. 

March 7 – Day 10: Live in harmony.
Today was another good day! I’ve felt pretty positive and optimistic all day. This morning was yoga! It was so good. I really want to get back into yoga when I get back to school. I missed it. I went to yoga feeling pretty relaxed, and then yoga made it even better. After yoga we went straight to lunch. I wasn’t thrilled, but I ate a burger and both sides. They were right, every time I eat, the guilt goes down. And I’m starting to feel good about it. 

March 8 – Day 11: I am loved.
I had a lot of good revelations today! I started the day with about a full hour of Jesus time. That was really special. I even woke up feeling more positive. 
Lunch was ok. It was just a lot of food, there was no way I could eat all of it. But I did what I could and didn’t get discouraged. There was a little guilt, but significantly less than what it has been. 
I ate the whole sandwich at dinner. And I don’t really know how to feel. I should be proud, but I know I’m not. I don’t feel as guilty as I used to though. 
Today I went to every meal and snack and at least had something. I’m not sure how to feel. 

March 9 – Day 12:  It’s okay to have a bad day. 
Today was a long day. 
Lunch today was mac and cheese! Yay. They gave us really big portions, but I made my commitment to not focus on portion size and just enjoy one of my favorite foods, and I did. 
This afternoon words started attacking my brain and they were strong. ED brain kept telling me that I’ve gained weight and look fat. I went to the mirror. Bad choice. Definitely made me more upset. ED voice was fighting and it was so strong. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to eat anything. We decided to have my dinner brought down to lodge. I still was not feeling it, I was pretty upset. I sat in the kitchen while everyone else ate. I could not do it. I had both voices in my head and they were both screaming. But ED was louder. I couldn’t even open the food box. It was really tough, especially since the past few days were so good. I want to feel like the past few days, not like this. 

March 10 – Day 13: Put on your game face. 
Lunch was pretty good. I didn’t think I would eat much, but I ate all of it. I noticed something interesting afterwards. Usually I go straight to guilt. But this time I was fighting it. I felt conflicted. ED voice was telling me to feel guilty, but healthy me is starting to fight back. 

March 11 – Day 14: Coping is not the same as healing. 
I feel like I’m disappointing everyone. I just don’t think I can do it anymore. Everyone has been so supportive today, telling me how much they love me and what a good job I’m doing. And I just can’t take any of it. I’ve felt very down today. I don’t know why. I’m just overwhelmed with the thought that I can’t do this anymore. I can’t handle it. I really miss everyone. I don’t want to be here anymore. But I don’t have any other options. I’m stuck here. I’m afraid I’m not going to recover. What if I never recover? What if I disappoint everyone? I just can’t do this anymore.

Yikes. Week 2 ended just like week 1. How did that happen? It started out so great. Week 2 is a perfect model of recovery and really shows the battle between the voices in my brain. As much as we all want it to be, recovery is not a straight path. There are good days and bad days. And some days that feel like you’re starting over. That’s why it’s so important to keep going. Embrace the uncomfortable. Keep pushing through the hard days. My last words for week 1 were “I’m stuck.” My last words for week 2 were “I just can’t do this anymore.” Spoiler alert: I wasn’t stuck. I could do it. And you can too. No matter what the voice in your brain is telling you, there is a healthy voice down there waiting to rise and take over.

Journals from TK: Week 1

“Bad news: You’re growing and it’s uncomfortable.
Good news: It’s uncomfortable, but you’re growing.”

I’ve mentioned before that I kept a journal during treatment and wrote in it every day. After posting my entire entry from Day 1, I decided to continue sharing some of the most vulnerable entries I wrote, just as I wrote them. No edits, no censoring. I have chosen a few paragraphs from each day that I will share over the next 4 weeks. You’ll be able to read details about everyday life at TK, struggles I went through, and breakthroughs I made. My hope for this series is to give an even deeper look into how that month in a random town in Illinois changed everything.

Feb 27 – Day 2: Let go and let God. 
Meals here are even more stressful and hard. I wish every meal could be drinking something. I was going to go to group at 9, but was pulled out to meet my dietician. I felt good about our meeting, but we didn’t really accomplish anything. Like we didn’t get a set plan. I guess she just expects me to eat everything and I can’t. She said she’d start with less portions. I can’t just be expected to jump into all meals. Totally unrealistic. 
Dinner was terrifying. So much anxiety. It was the first meal in the dining hall instead of on lodge and I didn’t know what was going on. I need more help and support for meals. I don’t know what exactly that looks like, but I need something. I ate almost a full piece of pizza, but that’s it. I felt so sick for awhile after that. After dinner I went to Celebrate Recovery. That was a Christian group provided by a local church. I loved it. It gave me so much peace that I should be here.

Feb 28 – Day 3: Progress is progress.
Today was my first process group. Girls were so vulnerable about their experiences. It made me feel awful because I haven’t had anything close to that. It made me question again if I really deserve to be here. 
My next group was application of DBT skills. That could’ve been more helpful if I knew some DBT skills. I don’t even know what DBT stands for. 
Then lunch. Definitely a low part of the day. I could not eat. I didn’t want to eat. I ate about half a sandwich and yogurt. Then I felt really sick. Meals are absolutely miserable. I’m miserable before, during, and after. I’m not ready to give up ED. ED is so comfortable. ED is familiar.

March 1 – Day 4: Recovery is a process. Relapse is part of it.  
I don’t like going to snacks. I usually just don’t go. But this morning I was called out, which is what I needed. A BHS (Behavioral Health Specialist) asked if I was coming to snack. I couldn’t say no. I told a BHS that I need someone to practically drag me to snack or I won’t go. I’m learning to stand up for myself. I was frustrated in the first few days because I wasn’t getting the help I deserved. Then I realized they don’t know I’m struggling if I don’t tell them. One thing I can thank ED for is teaching me to advocate for myself. 

March 2 – Day 5: Give yourself grace.
Today was a hard day. The hardest since Day 1. But that’s ok.
Every meal today was really hard. I didn’t complete any of them. Today was full of tears and food related anxiety. Not fun. I didn’t go to a lot of groups today.
After lunch, my therapist was here. That was much needed. We talked about possibly having all of my meals brought down here instead of going to the dining hall. I don’t want to do that, but I might have to. It will feel like a failure to me, but the dining hall is just too much.
After group was afternoon snack. I wasn’t going to go, but a BHS encouraged me. I was totally panicked and all sorts of anxiety. I just cried. Hard core. A BHS was there and we talked about baby steps and how it was good to even go in the kitchen.
Dinner was the worst. I could’ve been more mindful going into it, but some days you just can’t. I was anxious from the start. I went in and immediately sat down. I didn’t even get food. A BHS came and talked me through it. We decided to at least get food and try. I wasn’t feeling very optimistic.
I went to 3 meals and 3 snacks today. I went to all of them. I didn’t eat at all of them and I cried a lot, but I went.

March 3 – Day 6: God bless the BHS’.
I really tried to be open minded today. Put yesterday behind me and start fresh. It worked for a bit.
We went to church today. It made me think of NAVS and CMU and then I got sad. I miss them. I’m not homesick, I’m schoolsick. 
At snack I was overwhelmed and stressed and upset, then a BHS brought in a bouquet of flowers. For me, from my friends at school. I don’t know what I did to deserve them. Yesterday and today were incredibly hard and I somehow still got support from everyone back home. 
Dinner, oof. I got my food, sat down, and cried. Luckily, my 2 favorite BHS were there. They talked me through and I ate like half a sandwich. It was so hard. I barely made it through. I felt so defeated and like such a failure. Very discouraging. There’s no way to win. If I eat, I’m disappointing myself. If I don’t eat, I’m disappointing everyone else. ED Voice is strong. It knows it’s being extinguished, so it’s fighting back so hard. But I’m gonna fight back harder. 

March 4 – Day 7: Everyone’s Recovery Matters.
Breakfast is getting easier. It’s a lot of food, but I’m usually able to eat most of it. My first group for the day was process groups, which is basically group therapy. I don’t think I’ll ever share in there because I don’t have any problems significant enough for that. 
I saw the doctor today. She suggested me eating down at the lodge for meals. I just don’t know, that feels like such a failure. It makes me feel weak and embarrassed. 
Lunch. Ugh. It was actually a food I liked, but I couldn’t let myself eat it. Not all of it anyway. They asked me to eat more, but I couldn’t. 
4:00 was graduation. That was really sweet. It was kind of inspiring, really. I want to be up there with everyone showering me with love and saying how proud they are. But that feels so far away. 
I’ve just been in a weird mood tonight. It just got progressively worse. I went to snack. I tried, but panicked. I just got up and left, without saying anything. I had never done that before. I just went to my room and totally shut down. I couldn’t even cry. I just feel like such a failure. Thers’s so much expectation to get better and I’m just afraid it won’t happen. I’m not getting any better. If anything, this is getting harder. I don’t feel like myself. I feel like I don’t belong here. But I don’t have a lot of other options. I don’t have any other options actually. That’s where I’m stuck.

Week 1 at TK was a whirlwind. Looking back, I don’t remember it being so hard. I remember the whole month as such a positive experience full of support and growth. Rereading entries from week one reminded me of how much I struggled in the beginning. I ended week one feeling more discouraged than I went into it. But, slower than I would have preferred, things started to get easier. It took a few days, but I started to believe that I deserved to be at TK and I deserved treatment. After a few weeks my stomach got used to food again and I could eat without feeling physically sick.

Even on my hardest days, I was able to find something positive to title the journal entry. No matter how bad things may be, there is always something positive.

1 week down, 3 to go.

Journals from TK: My Goal for Recovery

I’ve started rereading my journal I kept at TK. I found this entry from March 4, 2019. I had been at TK not quite a week. That first week was pretty rough. One night I had a check in with a BHS and I was expressing how frustrated I was. It wasn’t what I expected and I thought I wasn’t doing a good job. I felt like I was disappointing everyone. She encouraged me to think about why I wanted to recover. Not why anyone else wanted me to, but what it meant to me. That night, I wrote this:

My goal for recovery is to get my life back.
ED has taken over everything. I want to be able to go to meals with friends and not panic about how much I can eat or what exactly I’ll eat or where I can restrict without it being obvious or where I can hide food or worry about everyone looking at me and judging me. I want to sit there and smile and laugh. I want my life back. I want to have the strength to go to meals on my own, without people forcing me. I don’t want to lie when someone asks if I’ve eaten. I want a life free of guilt and shame. I don’t want to sit in pain after every meal, telling myself I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t want to have to stay at dinner an extra 30 minutes just to ride out the urge to go back to my room and throw up. I want my life back. I want to give everything I have to school. I want to be excited about music. I want to get through a piano lesson without crying. I want to be able to memorize music again. I want to get through a choir concert without having to worry about fainting. I want my life back. I want to look in the mirror and smile. I don’t want to worry every time I walk in a room that people are staring at me and thinking I’m fat. I don’t want to only wear clothes that “make me look skinny.” I don’t want to suck in in every picture, hoping and praying I look skinny. I want confidence. I want my life back. I want to go 5 minutes without thinking about it. I want to think about whatever I want. I don’t want it to constantly pick at my brain, reminding me what I’ve done. I want to give my full attention to things. I want my life back. 

I want my life back

I want freedom
Happiness
Confidence
Joy
Health
I want a future
My future 

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I wrote this. My biggest wish for recovery was to get my life back. Well, that didn’t happen. Instead, I got a better life. Just a year later and I have been blessed more than I could imagine. Of course things aren’t perfect. After all, recovery is a journey, not a destination. Looking in the mirror and smiling is still a stretch. Eating what I want without anyone caring is a little bit of a stretch (shoutout to my dietician and weekly meal logs). Sometimes meals are still hard. But I found laughter again. I found the joy of music. I can give my full attention to new passions. I have a future.

It is so important to make recovery about you. Don’t do it just because someone else told you to. Do it for you. You’ll be amazed at what will happen.

Day 1 of the Rest of my Life

“There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Just a dream away”

I don’t know how it started, but while I was at TK, journaling became one of my biggest outlets. More often than not, I would be found in the milieu, writing away. It probably started because of the whole “no electronics” thing. There wasn’t much else to do. At the end of the day, I would do what I called a “daily recap.” I started with when I woke up, and would write down every detail from the day, even if it didn’t seem that important at the time. What started as a way to pass the time soon became the best way to process the major changes going on in my life. Now I can look back on my journal with every detail from the 28 hardest, but most impactful days of my life.

Coming up on the one year mark of my time at TK, I decided to reread my journal. I thought sharing what I wrote from Day 1 would make a great blog post. It would be this beautiful story of how I took a risk and everything worked out perfectly. Well, as I was reading today, I was reminded that was not the case. I titled the entry: “Day 1 of the rest of my life. Or so I thought.”

“I want to leave right now. I truly think this was a mistake. I feel so hopeless. Everyone has put so much into this. What if I can’t do it? What if I have to go somewhere else as soon as I leave here? I feel like I just threw my life away and I’m throwing the next month away. I hate that I let it get this bad. I hate that I forced everyone to let me come here. All I’ve done is make everything worse for everyone. They’re all expecting me to win this but I don’t think I will. ED, you win this round. Also I don’t have a pillow.”

I eventually got my pillow, but wow. Talk about a not great first day.

My favorite ride at Disney World is the Carousel of Progress. (I promise this is relevant.) It’s this precious little ride that Walt Disney designed for the World’s Fair back in the 1960’s. The stage rotates through different eras in time, focusing on the advancement of technology. While you transition through the eras, the theme song plays, which is the best part of the ride. I have a phone case and a t shirt with the lyrics on them. The chorus of the song goes like this:

“There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Just a dream away”

This simple song got me through some of my hardest days at TK, and days since then. One of my favorite parts is the way that tomorrow is described. It’s not just any old day. It’s going to be great, it’s going to be big, and it’s going to be beautiful. It’s so great, big, and beautiful that it can’t even wait until tomorrow to show you. It’s already shining at the end of every day.

Day 1 was the hardest of all 28 days at TK. But day 2 was a little bit better. Day 3 was showing some promise. By day 4, I was getting used to the 5AM wakeup call. I just had to get through day 1. February 26, 2019 absolutely was the first day of the rest of my life.

I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I had given up on TK after day 1. I don’t think I would have any of the positive things I have in my life right now. Whatever hard thing you’re doing right now, keep doing it. Some of the days will be so bad that you’ll want to give up. But I promise that there’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow shining at the end of every day. Keep going.

Misconceptions about Miss America: Pageants and Eating Disorder Recovery

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.” – Romans 8:18

I did my first pageant when I was 14, and I was hooked. There was something about the fancy dresses, the stage lights, and the whole environment that just pulled me in. 6 years later, and my love for the pageant world has only grown. Last year I took the year off from competing. I had plans to compete in January, but had to drop out because I was too sick. Many people asked me if I would ever return to the pageant world. Since I was recently crowned Miss Spirit of St Louis 2020, the answer is yes! I will be competing for the Miss Missouri crown in June.

If you don’t know a lot about pageants, I can guess what you’re thinking. But let me stop you right there. Pageants did not cause my eating disorder. Despite the stereotype, the pageant world is one of the most supportive communities I am a part of. Being able to compete again was one of my reasons for recovery. Seeing all my friends compete for Miss Missouri without me simply broke my heart. The world tends to stereotype pageants as being objectifying and image focused. I could go on and on about the benefits of pageants, but to start, here are my top 3 reasons for returning to the stage now that I’m in recovery.

1 – Community. One of the best things I have gained from pageants is the community. Many people don’t realize just how close we all become. But after competing for 6 years, we all have become pretty close. My pageant friends have been so supportive throughout this whole journey. When I couldn’t compete last year, they were by my side loving me and encouraging me. Now that I am competing again, they are still by my side 100%. We are all competing for 1 crown, but we are doing it together, not against each other.

2 – Skills. Pageants push you to be the best version of yourself. While working towards a crown, every day is spent polishing interview skills, talent, walking patterns, public speaking, and developing your social impact statement. While the prep can get exhausting, it absolutely is worth it. These are skills I will use my entire life. This is where a lot of the misconception comes in. People tend to think the pageant world is all about looking a certain way. That’s not true at all. We are encouraged to be our healthiest selves, and that looks different for every person. Now more than ever, Miss America 2.0 is encouraging body positivity and I could not be more proud of this organization.

3 – Sharing my story. This is the biggest reason I am back in the pageant world. Every Miss America contestant has a “Social Impact Initiative” or a cause they spend the year promoting. Mine is Choose Harmony. I have such a passion for eating disorder recovery, and being Miss Spirit of St Louis gives me the opportunity to reach even more people. I started competing again in October, and won a title at my third pageant. Each pageant has a private interview with 5 judges. In those 3 pageants, I was able to share my story with 15 different judges. Crown or not, I was able to educate 15 more people about the danger of eating disorders and what we can do to help.

At every pageant we give a 10 second statement about our impact statement before walking in our evening gown. Those 10 seconds are why I’m competing again. Not for the sparkly dresses. Not for the shiny crown. But to have a wider platform to connect with people and let them know that you are not alone. You are not defined by your eating disorder or whatever is holding you back. You will overcome.

“Eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness. Together we can learn how to live not at war, but in harmony with our bodies.”

A year ago, I would have never guessed that I would be where I am now. If I could go back and tell myself anything it would be Romans 8:18 – “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.” Winning the title of Miss Spirit of St Louis was a dream come true. It’s been a few weeks now and I am still shocked! I cannot wait to see how God continues to change my life and use my story for His glory.

2020 Vision

“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps” – Proverbs 16:9

2019. Where do I even begin? It’s tempting to say that 2019 was the worst year of my life, but that’s so negative. And really, not true at all. I will say that 2019 was the hardest year of my life. It took me on twists and turns that I never saw coming and wasn’t sure if I would make it through. But, by the grace of God, I am ending 2019 as a completely different person.

At the beginning of 2019, I was lost. January was really when things started going downhill. I was falling deeper and deeper into my eating disorder with what seemed like no way out. Not to mention, my first therapist had quit over Christmas break. A few people knew what was going on, and they were doing everything they could to help, but the eating disorder was just too strong. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I felt alone.

Thanks to my time at Timberline Knolls, my treatment team in Columbia, and the endless support I have received, my life completely changed.

Now, at the end of 2019, I still don’t know what’s going to happen. But I know one thing: I am stronger than my eating disorder.

I don’t regret one moment of 2019. Everything that happened this year was a part of God’s plan. The way the year started, I thought I was going to lose everything. Instead, I gained everything and more. 2019 gave me a new outlook on life, new passions, the sweetest new friends, and new dreams for the future.

I’ve been thinking a lot about New Year’s Resolutions. It seems like we get so caught up in the whole “New Year, New Me” thing that we don’t take the time to appreciate what we’ve done in the past year. I read this quote tonight that really sums up my feelings about it:
“A Toast to the Old You: If you feel inspired to use the new year to help you reset or change habits: Great!
And yet,
The old you has survived every terrible day, every hard thing, every awful circumstance, and every heartbreak you’ve ever felt. The old you is a fighter. And that’s worth celebrating.”

So that’s what I’m going to do in 2020. I’m not going to get out all my colored pens and make a list of resolutions that I never look at again. I’m going to celebrate me. Celebrate the old me, the current me, and the future me that God is creating.

I’m not where I want to be, but at least I’m not where I was.

To 2019, thank you.
To 2020, let’s do this.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” – Matthew 6:34