From the age of seven or eight I wanted to be an ‘Air Hostess’, it was the dream before the bigger dream of becoming an airline pilot. I was determined and worked hard, but by the 2020 lockdown, at thirty-eight years old, I’d faced so many rejections, set backs and[…]Read more
Category: Self Compassion
I Made it to One Year of Recovery
Six months was a celebration, one year is a relief. Recovery at six months meant something different to what it now means to me at one year. At six months I was celebrating being binge and restriction free, but now I’m relieved that how or what I eat, doesn’t determine[…]Read more
3 Mind Hacks to Maintain BED Recovery
Here are three mind hacks that got me through the last couple of months when things started feeling heavy, depression knocked at my door, and my eating habits threatened to set me back. ‘No Restriction’ instead of ‘Overeating’ When I’ve eaten too much or eaten too much of the foods[…]Read more
To Pause or not to Pause. That is the question.
Nine months living life without bingeing. I thought it’d get easier, but it hasn’t. I keep being told to be kind and not to put so much pressure on myself. I’ve been saying the same thing too, but it’s easier said than done. There’ve been days this month when I’ve[…]Read more
When recovery makes you feel worse
As I’ve been approaching the six month mark of being binge and restriction free, I had expectations of feeling on top of the world and full of accomplishment. Unfortunately, those expectations were misplaced. In complete contrast, I’ve felt like someone threw me in to a dark pit. How can I[…]Read more
Consistently putting on my oxygen mask first
Last week I didn’t want to write a blog post, so I didn’t. I sat with my iPad on my lap, I reflected on my week, and thoughts whirled around my mind. I jotted down a few notes but couldn’t string words together for a blog post – I got[…]Read more
I just want you to know, I’m not normal!
“Mum, I just want you to know that I’m not normal” I remember the day those words matter-of-factly came out of my mouth. I was sitting across the table from my Mum, copying the content of my first book by hand. I’d had a mental breakdown and found the only[…]Read more
The Art of Self-Compassion
It’s taking a photo of myself when a low mood hits and looking at the image with gentleness and understanding. It’s standing on the sand feeling grounded and one with the foundation of the earth. It reminds me of the words on my bag: “She is Fearless”, and who I[…]Read more
Is Therapy the Miracle Cure for Rapid Weight Loss?
“I need to stop binge eating so that I can lose weight”, I told myself. I’ll admit that I was excited about therapy for just one reason; it was going to help me stop binge eating so that I could finally lose weight. In my mind, binge eating was the[…]Read more
Laughter is Medicine for the Heart
I repeated the scene three times. On cue, I released a laugh that came from the depths of my soul. That’s what they call a belly laugh, I thought to myself. That’s medicine for my heart. Olaf’s one liner, followed by him laughing at his own ridiculousness, hit the spot.[…]Read more