Friday, 21 October 2011

First day

So it's the first day of the official aths season for me!
I'm running a 400 today, except I'm only doing the first 300 fast as a time trial then easing off.
I'm not nervous much, I just really want to do well. My coach wants me to run about a 43 which is pretty achievable I think.
Im kind of worried about being in this crop top and Knicks again though, in reality my weight is the same as it was at the end of last season anyway so I guess theres not much to be worried about. I'm worried my breakfast is going to make me bloated- I don't see the nutritionist until 3 weeks.
I'm sure ill be fine though.
Wish me luck!
Stay strong <3

Monday, 17 October 2011


So things have Ben going great recently, I've been eating what my nutritionist says, running is getting better and I've been better with the whole good vs bad food thing.
But, yeah theres always a but, tomorrow I have a leadership day since I'm house captain at school and it's casual dress. I spent like an hour trying to find some shorts since all I own are short shorts and it's going to be to hot for pants. It's just us leaders and my principal so yeah... No short shorts.
So I spent a whole hour looking for some freaking shorts in my own cupboard as well as trying all of mums on, getting more and more frustrated every time I put on a pair of shorts that highlighted my freaking huge thighs.
Ok, so it was one pair.
But, majority of the shorts I tried on were either old shorts that fit me last summer and no longer do, or mums shorts which are pretty much the same.
I sat on my floor and looked in my mirror and got that disgusting feeling I used to and started crying.
Mum finally found me some shorts and assumed that's what was wrong but after I didn't get any happier she asked (forced) me to tell her what was wrong. I didn't want to tell her because I knew it would sound stupid to her but eventually I gave in.
Her reply 'Dont be ridiculous, it was only one pair and every teenage girl in our town wishes they had your muscly legs.' yup, I told you so.
She looked kind of upset and by this stage I was full on bawling and she kept asking 'do you seriously think your fat?'but I wouldn't reply.
I KNOW she thinks I'm being stupid which is kind of ironic since she used to have bulimia.
It's just so frustrating, and she's too scared to even say anything to do with an eating disorder because she doesn't want to believe that I had/am recovering from one rather than just not eating enough for the amount of running I do.

Also, Ive been experiencing really bad bloating which is not doing much to help my confidence level at the moment. It happens every time I eat, no matter how big or small and my nutritionist is investigating possible food intolerances so ill keep you updated on that.

Stay strong (even if I'm not doing such a great job)

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Woah. Its been FOREVER since I blogged.
Things have been... not so great.
I had my first competition of the season last week and got sick the day before, I ended up with a fever for 4 days and came 7th in both my races with crappy times in a meet where I should have been able to win easily.
And then because I was sick I wasnt eating much which is normal I guess, except that I KNEW i had lost weight so I weighed myself. I havent done that in forever because its triggering for me and it really doesnt matter what I weigh anyway. I'd lost about 4 pounds.
My hunger cues went out of whack and so I decided to keep going with the whole 'I feel sick' thing to get me out of eating. Not good.
THEN, today at training (which my coach wont really let me do until im better from my flu) my coach had a go at  me for not sticking to my meal plan, then told me not to bother going to sydney because i wasnt going to make nationals and I wouldnt run faster than 4 seconds off my pb. I know its just because he cares about me and wants me to be okay, but it really upset me. He told me that i lie to him and tell him okay when im not, which is only because im really determined to not let anything stop me and HATE to miss training. He then told me a story about a girl he used to coach who had anorexia and said that she used to lie to, until he picked her boney body off the track when she collapsed in a race. I've been crying since I got home, which was an hour ago.
I've never actually been diagnosed with an eating disorder. Like, Mum and my nutritionist have implied it but the word has never been said aloud. I know my coach is worried, but i really am trying to get better. I wish he could understand that you cant just decide to get better, and start eating properly again.
I'm going to ask my Mum to make another appointment with my nutritionist, so she can reinforce what i'm supposed to be doing and I'll try and start over.
Arghh. It feels like nothing is ever going to get better.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

10 reasons why I love recovery.

Hello :)
I've been restricting myself over the weekend... Again.
I know it needs to stop but at least it's only for the weekend, weekdays I eat pretty much according to my food plan set by my nutritionist.
I've also been excessively counting calories, it's so hard to stop because I don't even catch myself doing it until it's too late! Does anyone have any advice on this? (much appreciated!)
On the mental/moody front I've been really good, the whole 'i need to stay happy' attitude thing has really helped me... Be happy? ;)
Training is still sucking but I think it's just one of those phases you go through, I'm stronger than ever and feeling great when I'm running, I just haven't been able to hit and hold onto good times. I think I'm just being impatient :)
My first comp for the season is in about 5 weeks in Sydney which is pretty nerve-racking, last time I ran was at my worst stage of ED so I'm really nervous to see how I go now that I'm healthy again! I'm also feeling kind of worried about being in a crop top/ running Knicks again but i guess I'll just have to try and get past that.
I thought I'd make a bit of a list of why I love ED recovery since I tend to focus on why I hate it and thought i would share it with you:
1. I'm so much stronger (which will equate to faster come track season)
2. I dont feel hungry all the time
3. I don't get that dizzy/fainting feeling when my blood sugar is really low
4. Im actually supposed to eat that yummy (insert sweet food here) occasionally
5. I can eat the yummy things I cook AND know it's not doing me harm, it's actually making me healthier (I LOVE cooking!)
6. I can help other people get better too
7. I judge people on their happiness, not on their weight or how they look (because honestly, it doesn't matter!)
8.I go to bed at night looking forward the breakfast in the morning
9. I've realized how much people care about me (thanks mummy and my coach!)
10. I have a freaking 6-pack :) :) (hahahahaha)

Stay strong <3

Wednesday, 3 August 2011


Hey :)
I'm feeling good today!
Its always a good thing when I go to bed looking forward to my yummy cereal in the morning.
So it's like, 10pm now and I realized I haven't posted in a little bit so I thought id update on how I am.
Last week was horrible, padticularly Saturday when eating a little bit of the icing and cake mix from the cupcakes I was making for my little brother meant I skipped morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea and supper. So I had breakfast and dinner that day, and tried to train the next day. At least I can understand the importance of fueling my body properly now.
After a really bad week, I woke up feeling good on Sunday... Until I got to training where my coach was in a bad mood and told me I wasn't trying hard enough in my repeats. Good mood ruined, theres nothing I hate more than being told I'm not giving it my all. (my coach is NOT a horrible person! He's like a grandfather to me. He was also the first person to recognize my ED even though I was in denial myself)
I went to see soul surfer with my best friend and decided, after realizing that im lucky to even have a body that works, that I was going to do my absolute best to be happy instead of miserable about food and look after it.
So ive been fairly good the last 3 days, ocassionaly restricting myself a bit, but im staying positive about everything. Training has been... Difficult. Im finding on my repeats that the first few times are great then BAM! Sudden drop off. I guess it happens to everyone occasionally, I have a rest day (strength work in my garage) tomorrow so hopefully Fridays session will be better.
Also, if anyone ever wants to talk, I'd be happy to listen and offer advice where I can :)
Stay strong <3

Tuesday, 26 July 2011


Gahh! I had home Eco (food/cooking) at school today which completely stuffed up my mind.
I started counting calories and trying to limit myself to less than I need to run well and once I start counting, i find it super hard to forget what I'm up to.
But then again, a little over a month ago I would have eaten HALF of what I did today so I can't be too hard on myself. I just need to remember that these rough patches don't last as long as I pull myself through them and dont give in!
Everyday, that voice in my head gets a little quieter. I'm not saying that it disappears, because it doesn't, but I'm a strong girl, I'm a determined girl and one day that voice will be barely a whisper (cheesy but true!)
Also, since I'm In the midst of choosing my year 11-12 subjects which Impact my university choices, I've found myself looking at jobs that can help others get through what I struggle with, kind of amazing for me when for as long as I can remember Ive wanted to be a designer. Specifically, I want to help young athletes realise that just because they're in a sport where emphasis is on extreme skinnyness, they are made the way that god intended and from experience, stronger is a lot faster than 'lighter'.
Were having a follow up body image session at school on Friday with all the girls in my year level. Im really looking forward to it, it's something that girls in every school should be able to participate in. It might get a little tough inside my head even though I won't show it, but im glad that people recognize the growing problem of ED's is a real issue in teenage girls(and guys!)
Stay strong <3

Monday, 25 July 2011

Nutritionists and Comedians

I went to my nutritionist on Saturday and she was super pleased with me!
She said she's really happy with the way I'm managing and sticking to my food plan (well, most of the time).
It was also the first time I had seen her since I had fully recognized (and my mum!) that I had an ED, which made me pretty nervous about opening up but thankfully she's really easy to talk to and really supportive. She reinforced the fact that I AM doing the right thing by getting better and taught me how to keep my 'good brain' (the one that wants and knows I need to get better) in control instead of my 'bad brain'(EDNOS). I think the other reason I felt so nervous was that I haven't weighed myself in like 3 weeks and was scared of being weighed and seeing a huge number (I've gained so much muscle and I'm not dehydrated anymore so obviously it would go up, not sure I could cope with that) but she, now that I think of it, would have realized that and actually told me that she didn't care how much I weighed, unless it was used for hydration purposes.

ALSO, the last 2ish days since then have been good, although last week on school camp I had a major breakdown one night (don't worry, I didnt relapse again) but that's another story. Oh actually, have to add that the next day I got a necklace engraved at the markets with 'stay strong', awesome right? I was starting to go a bit downhill today until the school consellor arannged all the year 9 and 10 girls to talk with a comedian about body image (which was completely hilarious by the way). God is good, right? So that was majorly helpful in preventing... Anything. I had a good cry when I got home about it, obviously had to hold it in until I got home from school. I felt really pained that I do have an ED and body image issues, but at the same time so grateful that there are people like that who dedicate their lives to traveling to schools to promote such a powerful message.

I'm going to bed feeling okay tonight, not 'great' but not on the verge of a huge relapse either, tomorrow is another day and I'm sure I'll be in a brand new state of mind in the morning and I'll deal with that whether it be good or bad.

Stay strong <3

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Set Backs

Its annoying how when everything seems to be going well, all of a sudden everything takes a sudden change.
When I woke up this morning, I ate my breakfast, and my morning snack. I had every intention to continue eating according to my food-plan.
Then I did some baking and ate some of the mixture- so i decided i'd skip lunch.
Mum came home and bought me a chocolate bar, so that was my afternoon tea.
Not a huge 'slip up' for most people, but to my mind- it felt like the end of the world (I can and will eat as much as Im supposed to now... but I struggle with the whole good/bad food issue.)
I purged, which I felt terrible about, but I felt like I HAD to.
I ate my dinner as per usual but am going to bed without my dessert/supper.
I feel so weak and I know I should just walk right back out to the kitchen and get something but I feel like if I can succumb just tonight, I'll be able to fight (properly) again tomorrow.
I know small 'relapses' are common and to be expected, which is why tomorrow is a brand new day, and I still have every intention of kicking this thing in the butt!
Stay Strong <3

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

I am a skyscraper

It's funny how when a celebrity 'isn't perfect' they are put to shame in the public eye.
I was talking with my Mum today about Demi Lovato, for those who don't know her she's an 18 year old Disney actor who had an eating disorder, bipolar and cutting issues. Demi was strong enough to drop out of her 2010 tour with the Jonas Brothers to seek help and stayed in a treatment centre labelled 'rehab' by the paparazzi while rumors about her being in their for drug addictions were spiraling out of control.
She no longer has a contract with disney, whether that was by her choice or theirs I have no idea but since she's come out of the treatment centre she's inspiring so many people, like me, who battle with real life self confidence issues.
She's been a true inspiration, even though many people have no labelled her as unworthy as being a good role model. It sickens me that someone so REAL gets criticized for overcoming what she has and inspiring so Many others to do the same.
Demi's twitter is @ddlovato for those that are interested, she really encourages the fact that everyone has a right to feel beautiful and be at peace with their own body.
I SERIOUSlY reccomend listening to her new song that was released today on iTunes called 'skyscraper', YouTube it and really listen to the lyrics.
Read the lyrics of the chorus and relate it to your own battles, whatever they might be and you'll be inspired.
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
It's one of those songs that really makes you cry without even realising.
Anyway, for the most part, today has been a good day.
Things are going to get better, my ED might be able to tear me down and break me if I let it, but I'm not, I'm a skyscraper and I'm going to rise above it!
stay strong <3

Monday, 11 July 2011

Mind over Matter

I can't believe how far I've come in just 3 weeks.
I'm so thankful to my Mum and my Coach for being so alert and not taking 'im fine' for an answer when it came to my health.
My visit to the sports nutritionist opened my eyes to the amount I was eating compared to what an athlete my age should be eating for optimum health and performance. Although at that stage I hadnt told anyone about my ED I decided that the purging after meals had to stop and even though my head was screaming at me, I stuck to the meal plan she had set for me.
I'd be lying if I said the past 3 weeks had been easy, when I realized I'd put on 3kg, I had a complete breakdown (which actually led to me admitting everything to Mum). Mum has been very supportive, I found out she used to suffer for bulimia and I wouldn't be able to get through my 'down days' without her. She reminds me to think with my head and not through my reflection or weight and to focus on my health.
She emailed my nutritionist who reminded me that:
-1L water = 1Kg (I drink at least 2L of water a day)
-My muscle is rebuilding so 'heaviness'doesnt necessarily account to extra 'fat'
-The food I eat sits in my body to be digested and adds 'heaviness' even though it's not actually a part of my body
I'm already starting to run better, I think my coach might have purposely planned a time trial to show me that. I'm not chronically dehydrated, malnourished and the iron deficiency anemia is gradually getting better.
Im in no way near the end of my recovery, physically I'm getting better and have no trouble eating, but I fight with my head constantly and it's going to take a long time to regain control of my thoughts.
But however long it takes, I'm going to get better.
Stay Strong <3

My Story

So before I starting bloggin my recovery journey, I felt I needed to share my story.
It's in no way dramatic or shocking, in that way I was probably very lucky, but all the same, it's MY story of my undiagnosed eating disorder and it when I wrote it two nights ago, it really helped me to understand what had been going on with my body and my mind when I hadn't realized it myself.

I remember when I was about 8 years old I watched a documentary on anorexia with my Mum. I can remember not only being shocked about the weight of the women or the little they ate, but about the fact that someone could really hate their own body so much.
I've been running since I was 7 years old, I was always one of those skinny kids with amazing muscly but super skinny legs. I didn't have an issue with my body, I can't even remember thinking about it actually. Then as I grew up, my body changed, I wasn't that skinny little girl anymore, I developed 'curves' and because I was naturally a lot more muscly than some of the other girls I ran against, my thighs weren't as thin as theirs.  Just before I turned 14 I ran at my first national championships, I couldn't help but notice that in the photos the photographers took, I wasn't as thin as the other girls and for the first time in my life I was ashamed of it. Mum made a comment on needing to watch my weight, not that I needed to loose it but of course that was how I took it. I remember after she went to bed that night, I stayed up and cried, maybe if I was skinnier I would have done better than 10th place, even though at the time I was extremely proud of myself.
So I decided I would eat 'healthy', I was wearing crop tops and sports nicks at all competitions and I didn't want to feel embarrassed about my body. But I was growing into a women, I couldn't stop putting on weight, something that's actually natural at that age. My 2nd nationals were shortly after I turned 14,  I came 5th in the whole country and I was so excited. Running meant everything to me and I would do anything to improve my times and performances.
That winter in the off season, I gained more weight, I weighed about 56kg at 5'2" and I hated it. No one said anything to me, but I could tell they too thought I needed to loose weight. One day, I decided I'd had enough and started to eat super healthily, I downloaded one of those calorie counter food diaries on my iPod and began to use it. It didn't last long though, I learnt how many calories were in which foods really quickly and counted them in my head.  To start with, my average calorie intake was about 1300 a day, I was pretty much dieting, I'd go without things my friends would have and when Mum and my little brother ate fish and chips for tea every Friday night, I'd cook myself my own tea.
Gradually, I began cutting out snacks. Then as summer came again and I was home for the holidays, I'd live off  a small meal for lunch, like soup and then dinner. Mum didn't know, she was at work all day.
I was down to 51kg, in about six months I'd lost 5kg, hardly a huge amount but then again, it was nearly 10% of my body weight. I was so proud of myself, I felt like I fit in a little bit more with the other girls I ran against. However I wasnt running well at all, instead of my usual 59 second 400s, I was running 62s and no one could figure out why. I lost all confidence in myself, a vital thing for competing athletes and couldn't break the time barrier. I  was training 4 times  week with my coach, competed locally on saturdays and on the other 2 days either went to the pool or a fast 3.2km run. Eventually, my determination got me through and I ran a time just under my pb, I went to nationals again and ran an amazing time in the heat, a huge pb, qualifying me 6th fastest for the final. The final however was a shocking race, I ran a terrible time and ended up coming 8th, I was happy with myself but I knew I should have done better, I ALWAYS ran a better final than the heat and I couldn't figure out why I didn't at the most important race in my sport 'career' so far.
The day after I got back from nationals I got gastro, I knew it was my bodies was of saying 'Ok, the seasons over, I've had enough.' but unfortunately then I didn't understand the other message it was trying to send me. I lost another 2kg in about 2 days and although I did put 1kg back on when I got better, I had seen the 48kg on the scales and wanted to see it again. Again, I fasted all day and only ate my meal at night, weekdays were my 'eating days' where I'd eat at school so Mum would never know, weekends I starved myself all day and only ate whatever meal Mum cooked that night, a low calorie one that I'd suggested. I remember getting home from school one day and feeling like someone had taken control of my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror with hatred. That was the first time I purged.
Purging became a regular thing, I'd keep an empty drink bottle or tuppaware container under my bed and at night when mum had gone to bed, I'd empty whatever I had basically regurgitated effortlessly into the toilet. A few times Mum asked me whether I had been sick in the toilet,but I brushed it off, blaming it on my acid reflux.
I reached my lowest weight of 47kg and had a BMI of 18.3, only just medically underweight but if you took my muscle etc into account, I wasn't in a good way. My ribs were showing and I took pride in my hip bones.
I stopped drinking as much at training because the water made the number on the scales go up and didn't drink when I was at home. I was dizzy all the time and fainted while I was home alone.
I was so tired and weak all the time and my Mum and coach knew something was wrong. One day at training my coach pulled me aside and said to me, 'I care about you and you've never looked better but I need you to be honest to me, is there something going on that I should know about?'
I HATED lying to him, but tried to convince him I was fine, I dont think he believed it because he told me he and Mum were always there if I needed to talk and if I wanted I could 'drop hints' to him. I rejoined my training partners and laughed off the fact my coach thought I had an eating disorder.
School sports came next, I ran the worst races I had run in years. Literally. My sports teacher who was friends with my coach came to ask me if I was alright and I broke into tears, so disappointed in myself.
I talked to my Mum on the phone and she said she had booked me an appointment with the sports nutritionist, that maybe I was anaemic.
I had blood tests that confirmed I did have iron-deficiency anaemia and visited the sports nutritionist a few months later. For some reason I had put on a kg and starved myself the week before, only eating at dinner and breakfast when Mum was around and purging at night. I'm not sure why I felt the need to loose weight when it could give away my eating disorder, but I couldn't bear to stand on the scales with others around.
She weighed me in at 59.5kg with a HUGE jacket and multiple layers of winter clothing. Apparently, this made me pretty thin in her books and although she didn't say I needed to loose weight, she set me a food plan significantly different to what I had told her I was eating before, what my Mum thought I was eating. She explained to me that it was vital I stick to it if I ever wanted to run well again and even though my head was screaming at me, I reluctantly followed it.
I tried as hard as I could not to add up the calories in my head and was actually successful on most days. 2 weeks later, I weighed myself again, a huge difference to the multiple times a day weigh ins I used to do. I weighed 51.5kgs and was disgusted with myself. I cried and cried and was in a horrible mood for days. I kept complaining to my Mum, my training 
Partners and my best friend who all told me it was the amount they ate on an everyday basis. 
One night it all got to much and while talking to Mum I burst into tears, she asked me why I hated my new diet so much and after a while I admitted it was because of my extreme fear of gaining weight.
She told me that she used to suffer from bulimia and that if I wanted to get healthy, I needed to stick it out. Mum asked if I wanted to talk to somebody, but I wanted to tackle it myself.
After telling her I'd put on weight and having another good cry Mum emailed my nutritionist who told us she'd be worried if I hadn't put on weight.
She reminded me that I'm now drinking over 2L of water a day, there's 2 kg already. My muscle tone that I'd destroyed is also starting to come back, muscle weighs more than fat so it's only natural I'd be more 'heavy' but not 'fat'. Also, the food I eat is in my stomach, Undigested or being digested so the weight of that adds to the number on the scales too.  Mum gave me some advice, 'Your a smart girl,' said, 'Think about it logically and you'll realize your better off for it.'
Most days I handle things alright, I can stand to look in the mirror at my stomach in the morning before food but after that I'm still disgusted at how I look. I try not to weigh myself anymore like the nutritionist told me to, but somedays I can't help it and 2 days ago I weighed 51.8kgs. I have my bad days, where I cry and plan ways to skip out on my meal plan but usually cant stick to it because I'm getting used to the food I have to eat and give into the hunger when I don't have it. I'm still scared about gaining weight and the fact that even though I'm physically getting better, my head will always be against my body. 
I ran a time trial the other day, and my coach was impressed with the time a ran (I'm not sure whether Mum told him about my ED). Things are getting better, or that's what I'm trying to drill into my head anyway. I still haven't gotten my period, after 7 months of it being abesent, which worries everyone a bit but I'm sure it will be back in no time (greaaaaat! Not!) I'm thinking about asking Mum to make an appointment with a counsellor to help me overcome my own mind and I have a lot of hope that I will get better. It's still early days and I'm not sure what will happen when athletics season starts again and I once again have to expose my body in my athletics uniforms among girls, many of whom stuggle with what I do. But for now, I'm healthy and I'm starting to run better again, the results I'm seeing are proving my brain wrong and I know that if I stay strong (like I write on my left wrist every morning) I'll beat EDNOS completely