A simple morning awaking to make some coffee, a la french press. Dad insists having pancakes for breakfast, so I agree as he states, ‘the typical oatmeal is not helping you’. So, Aunt Jemima it is. Okay I think, this isn’t so bad, i mean I used to eat pancakes all the time when i was young, without a care in the world. Why does it seem like such a big deal today. Oh yeah, cause I have anorexia.
I don’t want to get in to detail. It was bad. I struggled a lot. And we argued. In the end i did end up having three pancakes with syrup, berries, and yogurt. And i survived. I will get through another day. I will recover and not have to live like this anymore.
It’s almost Christmas, and I don’t want to spend the holiday fighting with my parents about food. I have to be brave, and Just Do It. Overcome the fear. Fat is my friend. I’m gonna suck it up and eat what I have to eat. Reading other blogs are an inspiration, I mean look at all you runners out there training for marathons and whatnot! Baking delicious goods, and sharing with friends and family.