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INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES….I HAVE A FEELING…DEEP THOUGHTS BY MISS MELISS

THINTERVENTION of the day. Starving yourself to fit into some skinny jeans (the ones you think will make you happy), sweating for 6 hours on the treadmill (the one you think will answer your prayers), paying attention to that number on the scale (perfect little digits to success), and hating yourself for not being her [...]

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Harvesting Twinkies

As far back as I can remember, I was always being served, being fixed, and having to eat “Healthy Food.” I wish I could remember the first time I even heard the word healthy food…but I assume it was at a very young age as my parents were total hippies and owned the only major health food store in my town. It was around the time where that was the thing, we lived very close to Boulder…

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You are not what you eat… if so then I would be a giant Gummi Bear!

Ok… so a good friend of mine just texted me she feels like a giant lump of “cottage cheese”.
Cottage Cheese??… really??… hmmm?? Ok first of all if you are gonna be a food, at least make it a good one. Do not make it a curdled dairy product… I mean if your gonna compare, be a giant sized cup of “Chunky Monkey”… you still have the “I feel fat theme” going on, but at least it’s with your friends Ben and Jerry.

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Moving Forward

“Come on, Emily, think…” I actually reach the point where I am exasperatedly saying this to myself out loud while staring at the computer screen. Stress, suddenly stockpiled in my cells, has seemingly made it impossible for me to concentrate.

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Symbiosis

Prior to leading my first ANAD eating disorder support group, I considered that I might possibly be triggered by doing this work.

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One Such Memory

This past summer, I tried sushi for the first time. Seated, served, concentrating on my movements, I had carefully positioned the chopsticks in my right hand, then deliberately pinched the first colorful, creatively crafted piece with them, intentionally attentive to the amount of pressure I was applying so as neither to drop it nor break it apart…

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Liverwurst and Melted Cheese

Vividly, I remember sitting on the stained, hardwood floor in front of the oven, ready, waiting, wanting to eat, watching bubbles begin to stretch through the cheese over pink liverwurst softening, oozing to the edge of the bread.

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“If You Are Not Happy… Let People Know It”

Flanked by fellow classmates, kids I had yet to get to know, I remember feeling forced to pretend, even way back then. “If you’re happy, and you know it, then you really, really show it! If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!”

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Eating What Is Around

Lost in the beauty of the knots in the picnic tabletop, I hear a rustling beneath my feet. Two crows quietly creep close, springing over the sand on string-thin legs, foraging for food.

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Haste Makes Weight

Two pounds down; a small percentage of the weight loss she had hoped, worked, and paid for. She’d been promised “rapid results” if she followed the rigid diet plan. Obsessively adhering to each detail, sweating, starving, planning, and preparing, all seemed worth it…

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