As a child, I think I always loved food a little too much. I depended on it to bring me joy. I hoped it would make me happy. I would think about it constantly and had to eat everything I craved. Any food I saw, I just had to have.
Being nice to myself is one of the most difficult things for me to do. My automatic mind is to ridicule myself until I get it “right.” But, my past anorexia, binge eating disorder, body dysmorphia and bulimia have always resulted in the complete opposite.
Before falling ill, Mac* was an incredibly active person. He enjoyed participating in biathlons, scuba diving, and adventurous traveling, just to name a few.
In October of 1996, Mac traveled from Victoria Falls to the south of France and then to Cancun and somewhere along the way, he contracted a virus and began feeling constantly fatigued.
Jennifer was experiencing incredibly weak and painful muscles and joints. She would feel extremely stiff whenever she would try to stand and was sore all over her body. On top of that she was experiencing constant confusion, dizziness, chronic fatigue, tingling down her legs and arms, burning feet and drastic bowel changes.