Let’s start off with the fact that I am currently in a food coma. And a major food coma at that.
Before I had this food coma, let me back track to earlier in my day and tell you about what I had planned to originally do today-or well what Ed and I had planned to do.
Today was my first day back at the gym since I was sick for a week and half and I couldn’t work out during that time. Honestly, I would like to say I walked in there feeling good and strong, but I didn’t.
I walked in there feeling like I was buldging out of all my clothes in every area and pretty much just uncomfortable in my own skin and for moments of time, I really thought that I was one of the biggest people there.
This is so not true. And will probably never be true, but this the kind of stuff Ed tries to feed me with, and I use the word feed because when I listen to his lies, I literally feel like I am swallowing them into who I am as a person and for that quick moment, I let it define me.
I looked in the mirrors at the gym while I was walking on my treadmill, after I was done walking on my treadmill, and even as I was walking out to my car.
Ed, Ed and more Ed.
He was holding my hand the whole time I was there. He was literally hugging me, holding me, and pinching any extra skin he didn’t like on my body.
So anyway, this was when I thought “It’s ok Ed, it’s ok. I will just eat totally on the meal plan today, nothing extra , and you can just be quiet.”
That didn’t quite happen because I went out to dinner with my grandma and my sister at this restaurant where they fill your table with all these yummy foods that are never ending.
Ed approved, no.
So now I am here, in my food coma, writing this post.
I am also writing this post knowing I am taking my cousin to lunch tomorrow for her 18th birthday, and I also know I have a big family dinner tomorrow night too.
Ed wants me to not go to either because of this dinner tonight.
He wants me to sit here and cry because of how full I am.
And to be honest, it wouldn’t be so hard to do that. Actually, it would be easy to do that considering how I am feeling at the moment.
Yes, I looked in the mirror way more times than I would like to today.
Yes, I am not happy about my current food coma.
And yes, I am still going to go to that lunch and dinner tomorrow anyway.
And you know why?
Because I would rather sit here in my food coma and even cry over it if I have to, than cry another night because I am scared that my heart beat is too slow because I didn’t eat, or cry another night because I ate one extra piece of gum that I shouldn’t have.
If I cry over this food coma, let it be a victory to me that the reason for my tears is not one that my eating disorder caused.
They will be tears caused my recovery. I can live with that.
And with that, I just finished reading an email that another fighter, we will call her B, sent me in which she told me she just tried pasta for the first time in a long time, and she ate this amazing dessert called Hershey Symphony.
If B can do that, I can get through my food coma.
I even told B that I need to try Hershey Symphony now too. And I will. And it might be another food coma night.
And that’s ok with me, because what is life without Hershey Symphony and dinners to enjoy with friends and family?
It’s a life filled with food comas, some uncomfortable ones, yes. But it’s also a life filled with freedom, family and deliciousness.
Don’t we all deserve that?
I guess I can handle a few more food comas in that case. Bring it on.
As B wrote to me today, “Hello Hersheys symphony, hello shrimp pasta, hello snow, hello 2014, hello life.”