Hello, I'm Jen. 19 years old. 
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My Before and After
The first picture is of me last summer, maybe in July. It’s been almost a year, and I have been pushing myself to get fit, stop being lazy, and to watch what I fuel my body with. It has been a long journey and I hope that I can be proof that anything is possible. If you want it bad enough and you are willing to work hard for it, then it is achievable. The second picture is of my body today. Stronger, leaner, fitter. I went from barely being able to run to being able to run a 7 minute mile. Good luck, happy summer, and remember: no one has ever drowned in their own sweat:)
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I realized I don’t really post much about my recovery. …Probably because I have very few followers… but nonetheless, this is me eating ice cream. Something I wouldn’t even dare touch at my worst. I’ve come far, and learned how to eat smart. I’m having this as a glycogen boost for my upcoming workout.
It’s great to treat yourself to sugary foods every now and then though.
And you should.
I’m really proud I was able to turn around one of the worst relapses I’ve had. The past week, I purged nearly everything I swallowed, which landed me in several dental procedures needing to be done. I hate being in the dentist’s workplace. :(
When we do destructive things to ourselves that don’t show right away, it doesn’t mean something won’t happen. It means your body is fighting to stay healthy, and symptoms will be delayed. Our bodies are not forgiving. What you do now will affect you in the future. Always.
Back to the subject of recovery… The boy saved me a slice of chocolate mousse pie, and I’m dreading to even look at it. ;_; Although I’ve made milestones in recovery, there are things I still can’t do.
Like eat anything I didn’t make
Or eat something that hasn’t been portioned out.
Or any desserts other than what I allow myself.
Recovering from a full blown eating disorder is serious shit, and is not very easy. It’s like yin and yang fighting instead of existing in harmony.
One tells me I’m fat.
The other says to be kind to myself.
One says that I can make a full recovery.
The other says I’m better off perceiving food as a number…
Long post, but I have only one friend in real life that I can talk to about anything (besides the boy, i.e. bf), and I don’t like drowning him in my depression. xD So maybe I can make friends here.
I’m done <3
Keep going, and eat well, everything will be okay. =) <3
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