ED is like what I would imagine an abusive boyfriend to be like. He sweet talks me into believing that he’s good and trustworthy, then tells lie after lie about how I’m not good enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough ad nauseum. And when I’m not good enough, pretty enough, thin enough etc, I’m probably not worth going to that party, or going to that restaurant. There’s no way I’d consider roasting hot dogs and marshmallows with the family, attending a church pot-luck or going on vacation. Too complicated. Not worth it. Not happenin’.
Except, that’s what ED wants me to believe. ED, and ED alone.
In a recent meeting with my dear mentor, we talked about this very thing; how ED wants us to just stay home instead of living life. It’s a load of garbage. Lies. Deceit. You know what my mentor’s motto is?
“I’m not missing out”
For my mentor, this could mean taking a chicken sausage along to roast while her family has brats. It could mean packing dinner to the farmer’s market to make sure she gets good nutrition in a place that can feel overwhelming. Telling ED to “shut up and leave me alone, I want to do _________ with my family!”
Not missing out.
Not missing out on a vacation. Not missing out on a Scentsy party with my mom, sister and dear ladies from my church. Not missing out on a double date. Not missing out on that church pot luck. Not.Missing.Out.
I’m tired and frustrated. Tired of dealing with ED and all his deceptions and belittlement. Tired of skipping a get-together because I have a tummy ache. Frustrated with this Eating Disorder taking up so much thought and planning time.
Tired of missing out.
Our lives were not meant to be lived sitting on the couch in fear or despair. God intends for us to live a full and abundant life.
Are you done missing out?