I promised I would post / publish some of my guest writers work so here goes.
This is a touching yet sad and truthful note from Trish. She has opened up her heart to tell us her story. Hopefully this will touch others as it has me and make you think more about our words and actions and how they can have a massive impact on other lives.
My regular readers know how passionate I am about healthy eating and setting a good example for our children. Most of all installing good eating habits in children.
The world is so obsessed with talking about obesity, there are just as many anorexic children or children with eating disorders out there as there are obese or overweight children.
Let’s try work together and bring eating disorders to the forefront also.
Guest writer Trish.
I had an eating disorder from an early age. Both my parents were body obsessed and quite frankly still are.
My mother always on a diet, but she called it ‘healthy eating’ and my fathers long conquest to be muscular and lean with competing in body building.
I remember from when I was about 5 years old being a fussy eater so instead of my parents being persistent, they gave in. I didn’t like vegetables so I was made eat them. Perhaps they couldn’t be bothered, perhaps they didn’t want the fight? Most nights I are plain pasta. Occasionally I would eat lamb cutlets but other than those, not much more.
My mothers obsession with her body image is still very much as it was when I was younger. Her quest to be thin, constantly running and constantly comparing herself to others.
I observed from a very early age and although they don’t assume I’ve taken anything in, this has played a huge part in my life.
I had a fear of food from about the age of 8 or so. No wanting to eat anything that my mother labeled ‘bad’.
I grew up in a household where body image was constantly talked about and both my parents had obsessions with their appearances. Looking back it wasn’t a great loving environment teaching me to love myself and or my body.
My eating disorder started by me saying I wasn’t very hungry, not finishing my meals then completely skipping meals. I would then binge, feel terrible about what I did. Have a huge amount of guilt about eating ‘bad food’ then starve myself.
This followed on well into my teens until a high school teacher picked up on it and spoke to my parents and I saw a doctor. I remember being 35kg in grade 10 so I was about 15 years old.
I still have a fear of food but not as bad as it has been. From all the starving myself and binge eating my hair started falling out, I was constantly tired and run down and caught a cold very easily. This is because my immune system was low as I wasn’t feeding it enough nutrients. It still takes me a while to recover from sickness and perhaps will for the rest of my life?
My parents will never take responsibility for my eating disorder but I believe it is their fault. If they had of instilled good eating habits in me from and early age and not been so obsessed with their own body image perhaps Id have a different mindset and not have put my body through this?
If you have any fear of food or any eating disorder, please seek help. This can and will always affect you in some way otherwise.
Remember a healthy mindset is the first step!