I never thought I’d be able to admit this out loud… let alone on the internet… but after talking with some friends and praying with 2 Corinthians 12:9, I’m finally ready to say it. I have struggled with an eating disorder. I was pretty athletic when I was growing up. I wasn’t a superstar or […]
I weighed myself 20 times a day. I allowed myself 100 or 200 calories a day. If I survived the day on 100 calories, I considered it to be a good day. If I had overeaten, which meant 300 calories, I made sure to punish myself the next day by running more miles and eating more meager portions. I went to bed starving and most nights I couldn't sleep because my hunger pains kept me awake. My body ached.