Food & Drinkadmin on 02 Mar 2008 03:59 pm
The date was mid March 1998. I was a healthy, happy 18 year old student attending university at Lancaster. I was around six foot two inches and 12 stone. A healthy weight for someone of that height. Since then life has never been the same, but I finally feel that the battle is now won.
What battle you might be asking yourself? Well it was around 6 months later (Sept ‘98) that I was in a doctors examination room being diagnosed with anorexia. The battle had just begun. Little did I know at the time that it was a battle that was going to take the best part of 10 years to overcome and eventually get back to a normal weight.
Having gotten down to 7 stone during the worst times of battling my anorexia, I have been a fairly healthy weight now for the past 5 years. Indeed in 2003 I was 10 stone 7lb which was still a lot on the skinny side, but things were under control and I was dealing with the illness well. From then until now I have been somewhere between 10 stone 7lb and 11 stone 7lb, but I was finding it harder and harder to get that last little bit on.
It was November 2007 that I finally made a conscious decision to try and gain the last 8 or 9 lb or so. It was extremely hard. In many ways I went back to how I was when I was anorexic, thinking about what I was eating all the time, not, this time has how many calories was in a food, but how few. It seemed that no matter what I ate nothing seemed to add those extra pounds that I needed in order to get back to the weight I was some 10 years early.
Today I decided to get on the scales. What the hell? Maybe the last 4 months weight gain effort had made the difference and I would be back up to the weight that I was some 10 years ago? Well glancing down at the scales, I couldn’t believe my eyes. 12 stone exactly. Finely I had reached the milestone. What a journey but I was there! It is funny because back in 1998 and 1999 when I was as low as can be, if you had asked me will you ever weigh 12 stone again I would have thought never. Just goes to show what determination and great support from friends and family can achieve. Anorexia is a horrible illness, but it doesn’t always have to win. You can beat it. I did!
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Anorexia - My Story