Just goes to show...

I would like to show all the wannarexics on the net that you can be slim AND not starve! Now, I'm 5ft3 and I weigh 103 lbs...I've been under a lot of stress recently, so I dropped a pound! But take a look at what I've eaten so far today(and it's still only 3:30 pm Italian time...).

9.00 a.m. : full fat strawberry yoghurt + an apple( 150 kcals)
10.00 a.m. : El boyfriend comes round to my house with a HUUUUGE container of tiramisù which his mother made for me( she knows I love it and thinks I am too thin). I eat a 100 gram portion (400kcals).
11.00: 500g strawberries (125 kcals)
12.00: the bf, and our friends set off for the beach.I eat a cereal bar on the way (80kcals)
2.00 p.m. : it starts raining, so we decide to go home. But before we do, we have an ice cream. I chose a Cornetto ( 240kcals)

I ate more than I usually do today, and will probably go out for a pizza tonight as well. But I haven't eaten THAT much more than usual ,though, obviously, I usually eat more healthily and most of my calories come from gargantuan portions of pasta and tofu salads swimming in olive oil. But could anyone say I don't eat enough after having read this? nope. And could anyone call me fat? again, it's a no.
And even though mon petit ami complains that he can still count my ribs and my friends complain that they can never borrow my clothes because they're so tiny ( I'm an Italian size 38, which is an U.S. size 2), they're not worried about me anymore. And why is that? Because I'm healthy, I'm happy and they fear they won't get to try Pietro's mother's tiramisù next time they come over, as itwill probably be gone by then....

How to break vicious cicles

Ok, you can never really recover from an eating disorder; your relationship with food will never be completely normal again. That's a fact. You cannot even achieve a semi-normal relationship with foos without medical help.That's a fact too.
But there are also many ways in which you can help yourself get better.Here are some ways to cope I found extremely useful.

1) Start eating again gradually, without being forced into eating calorie high foods that will probably scare the bejezus out of you. So at the beginning of recovery, if you don't feel confortable eating a large steak with chips and mayo, don't! Start by eating plenty of fruit-bananas are the best- and by eating things like pasta with tomato sauce or salad WITH olive oil. Starting slowly will help you cope better with havingto ingest calories again.

2) If it helps you feel in control, by all means do exercise-not too much though! and hour 3 times a day is plenty.

3) If you feel tempet to "purge", put some of that disgusting bitter anti nail biting nail varnish. It will taste so disgusting when your fingers are in your mouth that you won't have enough time to stimulate your gag reflex, you'll just want to get rid of the taste as quickly as you can!

4) Be careful not to become overweight after recovery, or you will feel so dissatisfied with your body image that you will be tempetd to fast again.

5) Take plenty of vitamins and supplements.

6) Use sugar insted of artificial sweetener; it's a small change in your daily routine, but it's such a big step!

I hope you find these tips helpful.

To all Pro-Anas.

Dearest wannabe anorexics
I have read that some of you sport a red beaded bracelet in order to be able to distinguish yourself from the non-self destructive masses, and so as to insults REAL anorexics who suffert privately and don't feel the need to flaunt their disease in public as if it were a quality.
It sprang to ming that a simple bracelet was just TOO subtle to really disrespect those who are really ill and to flaunt your stupidity. It just came to my mind that THIS might work better.(Yes it is a cow-bell.RED too.What more could you wish for, dearies?)

Quod NON me nutrit me destruit

Surfing the Net the other day, I was horrified to come across many "pro-ana"blogs. Wannabes anorexic asked others how to "contract" this terrible illness. s encouraged each other to wear red or blue beaded bracelets to flaunt their condition to those in the know. "Thinspiration" pictures were everywhere.

Having read these things, I just broke down and cried for these s. "WHY??" I asked myself.
I myself am a recovered anorexic, and I really cannot believe that anyone would willingly become subjet to that living hell. So I decided to open my own "ANTI-ANA" blog, hoping to provide some positive inspiration and some support to these people. Hoping to make them understand that anorexia kills you. Hoping tha anorexia is not attractive and, instead of transforming you inthe "Miss " you wish to be, it is more likely to turn you into "Miss Coffin of the year".

FACTS:

a) Your darling "ANA" may seem like your best friend. However, behind her seductive and soothing voice lies a cold hearted assassin. A killer not only of your materal life: it kills everything else in you. It kills your intelligence; it kills your personality; it kills everything.

b) This is of secondary importance; however, it totally buggers up your metabolism. When (if) you ever recover, it will be hard not to get fat. Very hard. Do you want that?

c) If you happen not to be lucky like I am, and are not surrounded by a family and a circle of friends that will help you fight your demons, you will be alone. I have met many s who lost everything they had, s whose friends ran away, for they felt they couldn't compete with the s' new friend: "Ana".

You might have noticed that I don't refer to anorexia as a person, using "she";I use IT, because the first step in fighting IT is to stop treating it as a person; we must treat it for what it is, a monster. And that is why it's an IT.

About me:

AGE: 17
Height: 5ft3
Lowest weight: 85lbs
Highest weight(post-recovery feeding up): 115 lbs
Current weight(healthy eating ): 105lbs

Yes, sometimes I,too, am tempted to skip meals; anorexia's temping voice still whispers softly.But I fight, every day. I win, every day I eat. I delight in enraging that destructing voice by having a cornetto alla nutella( 400 kcals!YES!) whan I go to the beach with my friends.I shush that voice that tells me I am worthless when I get the highest average ofthe year at school.I make anorexia sad when I look into the mirror and see the happy, serene expression on my face; when I see the dimples that appear on my round cheeks when I smile. And I know you can do it too.

I hope this blog becomes a place of healthinspiration for you all. I will post again soon. In the meantime, good luck!