Before I started blogging, I read them. Daily and in copious amounts. And before I started writing about recovery, I read about it, I marvelled at these bloggers who were changing their lives and I grabbed at straws of wisdom for dear life.
I do have a few favourite nuggets of advice and sayings from this exploration of the blogosphere in the last 18 months.
I only read this this morning but its a simple fact that just did not occur to me. I have yet to put this into practice, but the fact of the matter is that the second or third bar of chocolate is not more satisfying – I either want the taste in my mouth (which is stupid because I already have the taste in my mouth) or else I want to numb myself (which is so mentally unhealthy I barely want to admit it.) The beauty of this is also that it reminds you that you can have nice things – just have one and be satisfied with the experience
2. Nobody ever got fat from too many roasted veggies (originally from HangryPants but her site seems to be shut down?)
The first time I saw this, I was only 3 or 4lbs up from my lowest weight and I was still trying to make peace with the fact that people cannot survive on <1000 calories a day. I wanted to cross stitch this on a pillow – it was so true! I could actually eat.
This is still ongoing, but the ah-ha moment that comes with this advice is monumental to any recovery process. Life does not start when you lose the weight, there is no miracle transformation once you shed those 5lbs. Once I hit a weight goal, I would tell myself “10 more lbs and then I’ll stop.” But I know I wouldn’t – because I was procrastinating, putting off dealing my issues, feeling my feelings and living my life. I was so afraid to let of this thing that was keeping me (what I saw as) sane and I was loathe to let it go, even though I was becoming increasingly aware that I had a problem. Although I still struggle with my weight (from the opposite end of the spectrum) I now live my life, I socialise and I do more with my time than plan my calories and exercise routine.
In the end, blogging has provided me with an outlet and a means of support that I find so difficult to look for in real life. With blogging, not only can you access the thoughts and writings of people from all over the world who have lived through this, you can also throw out your own little specks of wisdom and hope that someone else finds them a help.
What has the blogosphere taught you?