I have had a good few personal mails as of late that have asked how I "healed" or "got better" from the eating disorder. So I want to post this here for you guys to peruse.
I am not "well". But I am "better". The truth is, I simply found out what my crux, my absolute origin of defect, the source of the problem was, and then I tried to make it work to my advantage. So the disorder is still there, but I am just bouncing the mirror-like focus in a direction that is less harmful. If the disorder itself was the mirror, I have merely tilted it.
I am now enduring the "risk-reward" phase of recovery. At 116lbs I am not really a heavy man, but every day I face an incredibly goring, harsh and unending unhappiness that the weight must gain for me to be healthy and right. You must psychologically accept this. It might not be what you want, but it is RIGHT.
The truth is, every intake, I mentally count. You cannot unlearn this. Only, you can learn to cope with it. Banana, 115 calories. Piece of toast, 110 calories. You do not stop thinking about this. But you learn to live with it. Channel it into a means that helps you. My minimum calorie intake for maintenance is 1900. Therefore I always "count" to 1900". As the day progresses I eat a sandwich, 280, I sip a cola, 1, I eat a biscuit, 85. But at least I count to a number that is not unhealthy. It's no longer 1200 unhealthy, body-killingly tiny calories.
Even whilst drunk and amidst a slur of daftness I order a pint of beer, 210 calories, and ask for a packet of crisps, 170 calories, in the knowledge I have secretly eaten less all day so I can hit the "target number".
It is still a very serious eating disorder. But at least now - it isn't killing me. Only controlling me....