Well, as it turned out my two months of living in recovery DID come to an end. This week I found myself numbing with food late at night to escape the stress I was facing in the day. I know the verse 'pride goes before a fall' and this week proved it. I had tried to let myself enjoy my success and I guess I let that lead to laziness as far as recovery goes. Figured I'd reached a certain 'level' of health where I could afford to ease up on my vigil against ED.
HAH. Now I have to admit to you that I've slipped and am feeling so low about that. I guess I knew this would happen, but I was so desperate to do this 'right' the first time that I made THAT my goal instead of true recovery. I wanted perfection, not process. Didn't I struggle with this at the beginning? Shouldn't I have learned this lesson yet? "Am I still so DULL?!"
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