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Lunch

Part of my disordered eating has always centered around lunch. It’s a weird meal, isn’t it? Throughout schooling, it’s the main social event of each day–where kids get to compare, trade, and eventually make choices about what to eat in the cafeteria. Then, it’s a strange siesta in the middle of the work day, whereContinue reading “Lunch”

Self-care

Everyone is always going on about self-care. We understand that it is important to take breaks, to rest, to do something nice for our mental health. I sometimes find that “traditional” self-care measures make me feel guilty. When I settle in for an hour-long massage, my mind mentally begins a countdown. While I’m not incapacitatedContinue reading “Self-care”

Tired

I’m tired. My job is tiring, though I love it. It is made more tiring by the masks, the distance, the many students on Zoom instead of in the classroom. I’m tired of answering emails and questions and calming others’ anxieties. I’m tired of parenting my two tiny people, who are amazing, but tiny, andContinue reading “Tired”

I’ve talked on this blog about how I recently started therapy. I’ve dabbled in the past, but I was never honestly serious about quitting bulimia. So, the therapy was doomed to fail, even if I hadn’t lied my way through. When I decided to begin therapy this time, I promised myself that I wouldn’t lie.Continue reading “Therapy”