Day 193: I’m Rich

Happy Friday everyone,

After a long and exhausting night and day, I am feeling kind of drained right now.

Up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know what I would write about, because I’m just so tired that my heart was having a hard time speaking to me as to what I truly wanted to write about today.

I knew I didn’t want to write about food, because it wasn’t a part of my day today; a true relief.

I’ve been sitting at home just by myself for a few hours now, and it gave me a chance to reflect back on these past few days.

You know what I thought about when I looked back on these days?

Not about the food I ate; although it was bothering me yesterday and the day before because it was foods I don’t normally eat. But I didn’t think about that today.

I didn’t even think about the fact that I am tired right now.

I thought about the amazing friends and family  I have, and how much support and love they have been surrounding me with lately.

I am rich.

I am rich with love and support.

I got to talk to my brother and sister who are in Texas right now, for an hour on the phone today.

I am rich with beautiful siblings.

My best friend has kept me upbeat and laughing even when I haven’t been in the greatest mood.

I am rich with amazing friendship.

E asked me how I was doing today.

I am rich with support.

Even spending some time with my grandma, who doesn’t feel very well right now, and have her tell me I am doing a good job…these people, these moments, and these things, are the wealth that I focused on today.

I might feel physically lonely at home right now, but I know I am surrounded with an army of love.

Food just wasn’t a part of my recovery today; hating my body wasn’t part of my recovery today.

Today, my recovery was safe and secure in those precious moments where I realized how rich I am.

No number on a scale or no amount of weight loss can ever compare to that kind of safe and secure feeling.

There isn’t a skinny enough body in the world that can make me feel this kind of rich.

At one time, Ed was the one who filled me up.

He was the one adding those coins to my piggy bank every time I lost more weight, and I thought that was wealth.

No, Ed. You made me poor.

Recovery is making me see how rich I am without you.

With the up-most gratitude,  I end today’s post by saying, hello life.

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