NotesFromtheVoices

One of the hardest things I had to ever do was to explain my ED to my 11-year-old son. His father had talked to him about it, which I have an issue with  because it is my story and not his. But I have tried to move beyond that. Anyway, a few weeks I talked to him about it and explained it as best I could. I told him how he is my inspiration to stay in recovery. I know he needs his mom to be healthy to help handle growing up. One thing I told him was that my relationship with food is not like his relationship. And there will always be a struggle for me. I take it one meal at a time. I kept all of this in mind when I went to the doctor yesterday to ask for help. In the past three months, my appetite has disappeared. I eat because I don’t want to pass out or to be hospitalized. It hasn’t been easy. I could have let ED win when I realized what was happening. I have only lost 11 pounds. To some this is not much weight but to me it is. The old me would have been happy...

-->   I am finally getting back into the swing of things after having my son stay with me for two weeks at the end of June. And getting used to the silence again. I miss having him around. It was an interesting time period because JJ is now 11, one week was vacation with the other week of me working and JJ was attending various day camps. For the first time, I got to be mom full-time. It was hard but nice.  Britt's Donuts at Carolina Beach With JJ at 11, not as many photos are being taken because he doesn’t want to. And now he is taking the photos with his super cool camera phone. I have officially arrived in the pre-teen/teenager land. It is a crazy place. Pretending to surf at Carolina Beach