After about 15 months of struggle, I think I have finally come to rest in a happy place.
A normal place.
A food tastes good place.
A "it is okay to be full" place.
A "I am going to have nachos now" place.
And that sounds so stupid when you are already in that place. But if you have left that place, it feels amazing to come back. To realize that while maybe your body CAN survive on 1400 calories a day, it should not have too. To realize that grapes are meant to be eaten not counted. And turkey should be put on a sandwich, not weighed.
Feels so good to eat normal again. To feel normal again. To feel whole again.
And that is a triumph.
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