#mommystrong’s greatest hits

Because many people have started following #mommystrong recently (thank you!), I wanted to direct followers to my most popular and favorite posts (this mirrors the Best of #mommystrong page so you can always refer back there as well). My two main goals with this blog are: Support those who are experiencing eating disorders to feel that recovery is possible and provide resources. Self catharsis as I process and reflect my own anorexia recovery journey. My Story After 40 years, God showed up. The best frenemy there ever was. And I do mean WAS. On aging and anorexia Ten years an…

Recovery Roller Coaster.

My least favorite ride is the Recovery Roller Coaster. Up and down goes the Recovery Roller Coaster. One day I’m UP. Eating three meals and two snacks (my latest directive from Kristen, my dietitian/therapist/all-the-things extraordinaire). I have even wondered some days if I’ve eaten intuitively that day…and then wondered if it’s intuitive if I have to ask? Isn’t intuitive by definition something that just happens naturally? Then I go DOWN. When I look in the mirror right now, I see a big tummy and big legs. My top half is still okay but bigger than it was. I miss seeing…

What do you want to read?

Ideas ruminating for posts…what intrigues YOU most to read? Leave yours in the comments! You can’t be brave without being scared My body is an instrument, not an ornament Body Neutral (the new Body Positive) Genes load the gun and environment pulls the trigger I’m not sick enough to write this I AM Jesse’s Girl Fat is not a feeling I have a fear of telling you my fear foods Hi, I’m Peggy and I’m anorexic. (Hi, Peggy.) A spectacular failure Other?  

1 step forward; 13.1 miles back.

This past weekend, a close friend from college visited. It was awesome to have someone visit with whom I could be completely honest and open. We had some great conversations, and I made some food leaps during her visit. But for all the progress I may have made, Ana started FREAKING OUT (reminder: Ana is my anorexia). She yelled at me for every fear food I dared let myself have. She called me names. She reminded me that I am getting fat and that my clothes are fitting super tight. I woke up yesterday morning and decided to go for…

To run or not to run.

That is a big question when you’re in recovery from anorexia. Do I run? Do I not? Throughout my life, I have gone through what I call “running spurts”, where I run quite a bit (most days) to really not at all. Since living in Seattle for the past 11 years, I basically run from July-September with a FEW other occasions in the year thrown in. This is due to my great distaste for Seattle weather (outside of July-September). Exercise has really been a small part of my overall anorexia experience. From January – May, I would guess I ran…