Who’s really crazy!?

I couldn’t possibly eat an ENTIRE banana. That would surely kill me.

I woke up absolutely POSITIVE of this “fact”.

Now, when facts and rules conflict, obviously, the rules have to change, because facts are facts.

And the fact of the matter is, there is absolutely no way I could possibly eat and entire banana at one time.

So. I e-mailed the dietitian, attempting to bargain- how about I still eat a snack, just make it half of a banana.

To which she replied- you’d like to add half of a banana to what you are currently eating??? SURE!

Um, no! Helloooooooo! Don’t you know that it is a FACT that I can not possibly eat an entire banana at one time!

No doubt about it. She’s nuts.

I was all fired up and ready to argue.
But my phone sat in silence, indicating that she perhaps was not.

When it finally did buzz, it was just a reminder that I was seeing Dr. J today instead of Friday this week.

I should have canceled that. I felt fine. I only practiced twice since last time and my hips didn’t even hurt.

But I went anyway.

Everyone knows that it’s I FACT that its impossible to eat an entire banana at once and I feel fine, I bemoaned.

My c2 was definitely out.

She also tried something new, that was amazing… I’ll google and share later.

Anyway, I left her office, went straight to Publix, and bought a banana, plus non-gross tortillas to revisit the Bananadog…

Which was fantastic, and I ate the whole thing!

No doubt about it. I’m nuts!!!

This is exactly why I totally depend on the people around me and should not be trusted to make decisions for myself, especially when it comes to food.


I should throw away my WHAT????

Whoops. I haven’t written anything in forever! Maybe because Six is no good with blogging?? Or just busy all weekend… Probably more busy, than anything.

This weekend was kinda hard. I was still all messed up from the breakfast disaster. I knew I had the RD appointment on Tuesday, so I didn’t want to plan too much for the week, then have everything change. At the same time, I was terrified of starting the week without any prep. I ended up with all kinds of random produce, and no real direction. Oh, and I accidentally went home with the most amazing thing from Whole Foods!!!


Miracle noodles and Teese! Vegan, GF, 45 calories/serving… And so freaking amazing!!! By far the best vegan cheese I’ve ever met! And there’s no beer (Leigh)!

I was curious about fennel.

So I roasted some, with pears.
This was confusing for me… I’m not really sure where I stand with this one. It looks like onion, but tastes sweet. My mind thought “hmm. This would be good on top of ice cream.” Of course, I don’t eat ice cream… And logic says there is just something fundamentally problematic with putting veggies on ice cream. So. I have fennel. I don’t hate it. But that’s about as far as I’ve gotten with that one.

I made kale chips. Yum. I have a small pan, and could only fit about 2 leaves at a time… Then, I decided I should eat all the pieces when they came out every time, because I couldn’t figure out what to put them in. Eventually, I realized I was being incredibly ridiculous and that thought process was extremely disordered. So I stopped.

I roasted some eggplant too. It was horrible.

Sunday, I could have gotten organized. That could have been smart. But I’m not always very smart. So I went down to surprise my mom for Mother’s Day. We argued a little, because I refused to eat cake, or drink from a can. I told her about the fennel and asked why we never tried different foods. She told me she “doesn’t like fennel because it has a weird name and looks like sausage.” I told her it looks like onion, but tastes like it needs ice cream. She said everything I eat is gross. Yeah. excellent. That’s exactly what I need to hear. Thanks, mom. Then her and TT took a nap.


I played with Friday ❤ ❤

Then drove home.

I didn't do any preparing for the week when I got home either. I bought rainbow chard because it was local and pretty and I liked the name (oh geez, judging the food by the name….? I think we have a bit of a crisis here! You know, that whole apple-tree thing). I can't figure out what to do with it though.

Today, was the appointment with the dietitian. It was about 7 billion times LESS horrible than I was expecting! She even said "eventually. In the future…"!!!! And she's not a Bikram yogi! I decided that is definitely a sign that I found the right person! She admitted to being nervous, and reading up on anorexia prior to our meeting. She had obviously done her homework well, and did a great job anticipating the things that I get hung up on.

In the big picture, I knew what she was going to say… I need to eat more total, and more often. This is not surprising. My logical self knows that, Brains and Gebi both said the same thing. It’s common sense, really. But not something I have been capable of achieving so far. Eating mid-day is big big big for me. And terrifying. Which she realized very quickly. She had also already figured out, through her research, that anorexia loves rules, structure, rigidity, etc. Having an objective is critical for me, because it re-defines “success” and moves the focus away from the numbers. So we made new Ana-proof (if that’s possible) rules that are V*E*R*Y specific. She’s going to send me the notes from today via e-mail, so I’ll wait until then.

We talked numbers, iPhone apps- I said that MFP can easily become obsessive and detrimental if I think too much about it. At the same time, it is helpful since I don’t get hungry (with any kind of regularity) and physically can’t eat intuitively. Instead, I’m going to try a kind of cause and effect journaling thing, with one column for what I ate, and one column for the kind of yoga it made.

Even though I was super nervous, I was honest. Anorexia is extremely limiting; socially, physically, internally. I know that. I can see it, and it’s soooo frustrating. After today, I feel more confident than I have in months.

She was compassionate enough to learn how anorexia works. I say, think, and do horrible things sometimes- without being a horrible person.

She was perceptive enough to feel out the limits as to where I am in this moment and start there.

And, she is creative enough to find ways to push those limits without inducing mass freakout which would bring progress to a screeching halt.

OH! And she said to find a fat friend, and give away my scale. Hands down, the scariest thing she said the whole time. I said I’d try. Or I’d think about it… Something like that. But I probably won’t… Just this weekend, I was convinced I needed a 2nd scale, you know, to make sure mine wasn’t lying. So, maybe for right now, we’ll just throw out the thought of that second scale. And keep mine.

I am happy.

Of course, I was nervous this morning and didn’t have breakfast. So, I’m about to practice on empty… We’ll get started with all this new stuff tomorrow.