Hey guys,
I was looking for some info on how to survive the holidays when you are trying to recover from an eating disorder. Because as anyone who has ever been sic knows, the holidays, although they are great and magical, are sooo much about food and that can be extremely triggering. SO I found some forums where people go on and talk about their struggles and experiences throughout the holidays in case anyone is interested in reading them or joining one.

http://fishyvb.something-fishy.org/

Hope this can be of use to someone!
Happy Holidays!

Hola!
So I don't think anyone even reads this anymore which makes me sad...so I don't know what to write about. Because I would've preferred for convos to spring up and new ones to start off of feedback. Anyone have any ideas on anything they'd like to know that has anything to do with eating disorders?
Take care!
Erika

Hey guys,
Jut wanted to share a song that I think does a good job of telling the inside story of suffering with an eating disorder. It's really sad but it's all true. Here are the lyrics:

I told another lie today
And I got through this day
No one saw through my games
I know the right words to say
Like "I don't feel well"
"I ate before I came"

Then someone tells me how good I look
and for a moment
For a moment I am happy
But when I'm alone
No one hears me cry

I need you to know
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light
I need you to know
That we'll be okay
Together we can make it through another day

I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful
The day I chose not to eat
What I do know is how I changed my life forever
I know I should know better
There are days when I'm okay
And for a moment
For a moment I find hope
But there are days when I'm not okay
And I need your help
So I'm letting go

I need you to know
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light
I need you to know
That we'll be okay
Together we can make it through another day

You should know you're not on your own
These secrets are walls that keep us alone
I don't know when but I know now
Together we'll make it through somehow
Together we'll make it through somehow

I need you to know
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light
I need you to know
That we'll be okay
Together we can make it through another day

Hey everyone,
I found an article about how "adventure therapy" can be helpful in recovering from eating disorders. Adventure therapy would basically be patients trying new activities, like hiking, dancing, and any other things that involve a lot of physical activity, in order to raise levels of confidence and a motivation for change. I defientely agree with this because aside from learning that you have an ability to do an outdoor activity well, or even if you don't yet have the ability but want to develop it, it can serve as an incentive to do well with meals and follow the meal plan and do what needs to be done. I know this because there were things that I was told I could do but not before I maintaniend a healthy weight for my body structure and wasn't engaging in ed behaviors. This helped a lot because I wanted to get to do those things. The biggest one for me was horseback riding. Anyway here is the link to the article and I hope you'll read it and leave some feedback.

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/163392.php

Hey guys,
So I wanted to share a song about Anorexia that happens to be one of my favorites. The lead singer of the band Silverchair, the writer of this song, suffered with Anorexia and this song is about his struggle to leave it behind him and get better. I saw the band perform this live once and it was very powerful...so here are the lyrics and also a link to the video which is really amazing... enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdF98W-ON3Q

Silverchair - Ana's Song

Please die, Ana

For as long as you're here we're not

You make the sound of laughter

and sharpened nails seem softer

And I need you now, somehow

And I need you now, somehow

Open fire

On my needs designed

On my knees for you

Open fire

On my knees desires

What I need from you

Imagine pageant

In my head the flesh seems thicker

Sandpaper tears corrode the film

And I need you now, somehow

And I need you now, somehow

Open fire

On my needs designed

On my knees for you

Open fire

On my knees desires

What I need from you

And you're my obsession

I love you to the bones

And Ana wrecks your life

Like an Anorexia life

Open fire

On the needs designed

On my knees for you

Open fire

On my knees desires

What I need from you

Open fire

On the needs designed

Open fire

On my knees desires

On my knees for you

Anyone have any thoughts on the poem? What about YOU MAC ATTACK?!

So our english teacher has assigned us a paper about a poem. We have to analyze it and find info about it and all that jazz. I chose the poem "Anorexic" by Eavan Boland. I think this is a pretty great poem because she doesn't use any annoying cliches and I think some of the stuff she says is quite accurate. So here's the poem which I found on the following website:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anorexic/

Anorexic

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps and wiles. They scorch in my self denials. How she meshed my head in the half-truths of her fevers till I renounced milk and honey and the taste of lunch. I vomited her hungers. Now the bitch is burning. I am starved and curveless. I am skin and bone. She has learned her lesson. Thin as a rib I turn in sleep. My dreams probe a claustrophobia a sensuous enclosure. How warm it was and wide once by a warm drum , once by the song of his breath and in his sleeping side. Only a little more, only a few more days sinless, foodless, I will slip back into him again as if I had never been away. Caged so I will grow angular and holy past pain, keeping his heart such company as will make me forget in a small space the fall into forked dark, into python needs heaving to hips and breasts and lips and heat and sweat and fat and greed. Eavan Boland