Left - Bulimic, depressed, bad relationships - men, myself etc 🔜🔜 to the images on the right! Curvy, strong, happy, loving life, loving myself. I haven’t touched on this subject for a while, but a few girls have messaged me regarding eating disorder recovery because I appear to have hit that ‘happy life balance’. Have I???? Yes I have compared to the state I was in, in my early 20s. But an eating disorder is something that I think haunts people forever. I’ve overcome it now, I haven’t made myself sick since 2013. I haven’t touched laxatives since 2011. I can eat without guilt and I no longer panic over macros or calories! I’ve even started to ease off on training! I don’t train twice a day every day now! A few days a week, I will. But with training and life - I’ve found that balance too!
Laxatives - the side of eating disorders that no one seems to talk about! And there’s no wondering why! The 💩💩 side - literally! But it was laxatives that put me in hospital, laxatives that made the doctors tell me I would need a colostomy bag if I carried on! If you’ve read my blog, you know I’ll talk openly about it. I shit myself in Tesco - Yerp! Hot pants and shit... brilliant combination in public! That was one of the scariest moments of my life, but what scares me more is that I walked out of Tesco toilets after I cleaned myself up and bought 2 packs of laxatives! I took all 40 in the car outside and cried! But did that stop me? No! I lost all control of my bowels! I was taking laxatives daily! More and more, as they started to not work! I had to have passes for exams in uni, incase I needed the toilet! I didn’t have the ‘uni experience’ because I didn’t want to go out and was scared of the calories in alcohol!
Laxatives are misused following eating binges, when the we mistakenly believes that the laxatives will work to rush food and calories through the gut and bowels before they can be absorbed. But that doesn’t really happen. Unfortunately, laxative abuse is serious and dangerous – often resulting in a variety of health complications and sometimes causing life-threatening conditions. But still we don’t talk about it! I don’t share my story (cont in comments...)