Anorexia Unwrapped: II

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Anorexia is hard to talk about, and it sounds so serious and weird.  It doesn't wrap up nicely in one blog post.  It doesn't have a beginning, a middle and an end.  And it CERTAINLY doesn't have a denouement.

In light of the discovery of thisishardtowriteabout-itis, I've started with a collection of stuff here.  I'm sorry it's not neat and clean and organized, but as it turns out, my life isn't always neat and clean and organized.  Unless my mother-in-law is coming over.  Then I have that shit under control.

So, for your reading pleasure; my heavily-giffed anorexia anecdotes:

• For years (maybe ten years?  I'm not sure) I didn't eat bananas or peas.  I didn't eat bananas or peas because I thought they had too many calories for a 'healthy' food, and I instinctively avoided them until I met with a nutritionist and learned - get this - bananas and peas are good for you.

The First

My earliest memory takes place in Disneyland.  I was three.  There are fuzzy recollections of It's a Small World After All (the attraction I insisted on riding over and over and over...) and the park with games (we were in LA for some sort of missions work with my parents).  But the clear memory I have is being carried.

I had been promised a souvenir.  This souvenir, specifically:

Grown-Up Confessions

• We did the Sun Run again on the weekend.  I'm not going to lie...Year 5 was the year it lost its magic for me, and instead of feeling camaraderie, everyone was just in my way.  I still love the Sun Run - it broke me into a whoooole new world.  But next year I know that it's either the triathlon or the 10k.  They're too close together to get motivated for both.  Here is a much nicer post about running.

• On Monday, one of my nearest and dearest had a perfect baby boy and I rushed out of town to meet him.  I had the opportunity to watch my childhood (and high school and adult) friend transform into a mother before my eyes and it was an incredible privilege.