Pride In A Jar.

The past two days of my life haven't been the most enjoyable. When I should have been at school feeding my brain with lots of useful information, I was at home curled up in bed, wishing for sleep to wash over me and rid me of my horrendous headache and soothe every aching muscle in my body.

Though I wasn't educated in the traditional sense of the word (that is: going to school), I was educated. My body's aching and lack of energy was a delayed reaction to the weightloss two weeks ago.

Sometimes it takes a metaphorical punch in the face to wake us up and see the truth. My body isn't functioning properly because it hasn't been fuelled properly.

To counter that, I did something a little different this morning. Something a little very scary. Something completely unheard of. Something historical in the History of Eleanor's Life Thus Far.

*Drum roll*

I had Oats In A Jar!

Proof!

(As you can see, the photo quality is superb, thanks to my shocking bedroom light.)

Also note-worthy: I ate breakfast in bed for the first time ever.(Hence the shocking&horrifying hair/face/everything)

The contents of the almost-empty PB jar also had more than one TBS of Peanut Butter.

Two feats, in one morning. And how do I feel?
Better than ever!

I kicked some major ass this morning. I feel proud. I feel proud. That's new. Pride in myself hasn't really been very common in recent years. Nothing I ever do is good enough in most cases. But this morning, I felt invincible.

I do expect some repercussions. But if I tell myself that ED's going to eventually have a say, then that's most likely what will happen. It's a trap I've fallen into many-a-time, and one I'm going to try and avoid, not only today but from here on.

Today is my day.

This is my life.

I'll do what I want to do, because I want to do it.

The rebellious teenager has to come out of me somehow. Rebelling against my disordered thoughts might just be the way to feeding my inner-angsty-teenage-self.

My concentration is starting to slip and my headache is beginning to roar again, which is further educating my rational self that my body needs fuel to run smoothly.

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This is such a scatter-brained post, and I apologise greatly for that. I've got two full days of school work to catch up on, tests to study for and a life to live... Along with a body and mind to feed and nourish. That comes first. Because without that, nothing else is possible.

Nourish yourselves. Nourish your bodies. Nourish your minds. Nourish your spirits.

Nourish your lives.

love, love, love.