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Recovery Tip Tuesdays: Throw out Your Old Jeans!*

jeansThat’s right, I said it.

Yes, I’m talking about that all-hallowed, smallest-size-you-ever-fit-into jeans.

Yes, those!

(Or donate them to some nice organization. ¬†Whatever you prefer ūüôā )

I feel like that revered pair of jeans is a part of most women’s closets. ¬†They even made a Sex and the City episode about it (Remember, when Miranda fit into her No Excuses jeans from high school and instantly was able to flirt with a hot guy? ¬†Funny episode, but c’mon.).

Why, you ask?

If you hold onto a pair of jeans that is smaller than what you are now, you will always be comparing yourself to that number. ¬†You’ll always be wishing you were that size again. ¬†You’ll always be wanting to be smaller. ¬†And, as our great friend the Buddha taught us, distress and unhappiness take place when we reside in the “wanting” of anything. ¬†When we accept where we are now, we are happier (and I’m betting, if you actually want to lose some weight in a healthy way, it will come off easier when you stop thinking about numbers in general. ¬†Throw away the jeans, put away the scale, stop counting calories or fat grams or sugar grams or WHATEVER.)

A personal anecdote –

I had this size (bleep!) skirt that I bought sophomore year in high school. ¬†It was blue satin, was bought in Harvard Square, and everyone commented on how thin I looked in it. ¬†Years later, when I was a few sizes up, I still had it. ¬†It sat in the back of the closet and teased me. ¬†It taunted me. ¬†“Why aren’t you this weight?” it said.

So, I got sick of its bullshit and threw it out.

Today, I have a closet that’s full of stretchy, one-size-fits-most type clothing. ¬†It works for me.

Today, I’m throwing the question out to you guys – what tips have worked in your quest for good body image?

*Remember, what works for me may not work for you.  Proceed at your own risk.

Recovery Tip Tuesdays: Set Point Theory

acceptanceGood ol’ set point theory. ¬†What is it?

The idea that all of our bodies have their unique set point, a number, give or take 5-10 lbs, that our body likes to reside at when it’s healthy and we’re feeding it well.

One of the biggest breakthroughs I experienced in my ED recovery was accepting my set point.

(Which is a tall order, I do realize.  Acceptance can be a bit of a bitch to work through)

And my set point is pretty average. ¬†Coming from a family of Irish-German “Campbell Soup Kids”, I realized I was never going to be 110 lbs soaking wet (sorry for the rare number), once I was able to see through the irrationalities of my eating disorder. ¬†It just wasn’t going to happen, unless I engaged in superhuman exercise and dangerous restriction every day. ¬†Which, was alarming to my ED at first. ¬†My ED wanted to fight my body. ¬†Screw you, it said to my body. ¬†I’ll show you. ¬†You can be different.

However, once I accepted it, set point theory was…relaxing, actually. ¬†It comforted me, because if I fed my body the way my nutritionist told me to, it would never screw me over. ¬†It would never put me at an obese weight I feared…it would put me right where I belong.

(But there was quite a fight to get to that acceptance.  Think: A crying, binging sometimes, scratching, screaming fight.)

I still have to check myself fairly daily on this when my ED starts luring me into lesser-weight land.

What do you think?  Have you accepted your body type, your set point?  If not, what steps do you have to take to obtain that acceptance?

*What works for me may not work for you.  Proceed at your own risk.

Recovery Tip Tuesdays: Avoiding Fashion Magazines

When I was 15 and obsessed with Hollywood, I LOVED fashion magazines.  I pored through them, gazing longingly at the designer outfits that hung off the waif-thin frames.  I was entranced by all of it.  I wanted to be a part of it.  I felt like I could obtain the celebrity they had because of the massive amount of weight I had lost already.  I was that thin.


But as time went on, I became sicker from my disease and found that keeping up with the Kate Moss’s and the Halle Berry’s of the world became harder and harder. ¬†I started to resent myself whenever I saw them or leafed through InStyle, because I wasn’t measuring up. ¬†I was heavier. ¬†I became disgusted with myself.

And when I finally started to recover, I noticed that picking up those magazines was like a slippery slope back into comparison-world. ¬†I didn’t have the clothes they had. ¬†I was 20 lbs. heavier than some movie stars. ¬†The head would start spinning.

So today, I don’t read them at all.* ¬†You probably know by now that a study¬†was done back in 2007 that proved that women, regardless of weight, feel worse about themselves after looking at a fashion mag.

That being said…I had to mention something my friend Liz passed along today (trigger warning)

The latest issue of Allure mentioned Zoe Saldana’s weight on the COVER. ¬†Unnecessary, yes?

Sorta like, “Hey, look at her! ¬†She’s tiny and we thought we’d just shove it in your faces and remind you!”

Ugh, yet another reason to steer clear.

* What works for me may not work for you.  Proceed at your own risk.