I have an anorexic friend.
She was in a clinic and is now forced to go to therapy and to at least maintain her weight yet she loses again, slowly but surely
Atm, her BMI is 17-17.5
She eats 1500 cals a day and exercises for at least 60min
On the contrary, i am not diagnosed. I binge. I dont workout daily. Yet im still struggling, having food rules, taking laxatives, trying to lose weight, obsessing over food, hating my body
She is convinced that my 'problems' arent real, that Im perfectly fine, healthy, and have nothing to complain about
This really REALLY fucks me up
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hey friends, hereâs a little post of tips⊠consider it a less harmful alternative to the hundreds of posts floating around giving advice on restricting and purging.Â
đș FEELING DIZZY? IS YOUR VISION BLURRY? GOT A HEADACHE? put down the diet soda and drink some water. in any case, you should regularly be drinking water throughout the day. remember, your body can only absorb about 500ml of water at a time, so donât try and chug your âdaily requirementâ all at once. you should be aiming for 2L a day. drink up, itâs hot outside.
đż DONâT LIKE WATER? jazz it up. put some fruit in it. put some mint in it. lemon + mint + flat or sparkling water = your new lemonade ( NOTE: try not to drink lemon/other citrus-infused water on an empty stomach, the acid will start to eat away at your stomach lining ) strawberries + frozen blueberries + raspberries = also a great combination, as well as watermelon + basil
đ« GOT A BLAND/REPETITIVE MEAL PLAN? take a multivitamin. they come in all kinds of forms from capsules to chewables to gummies, so thereâs really something for everybody. taking a multivitamin regularly will help you get the vitamins and minerals that youâre lacking. something to also consider is taking vitamin B6/biotin for your hair and nails, and vitamin D to help lose belly fat.
đș WORRIED THAT YOUâLL BINGE? try a meal replacement powder mixed with water or almond milk. not only are they meant to be filling and curb your appetite, theyâre also formulated to include most/all the nutrients that would have been found in the average well-rounded meal. the one i personally have is 145kcal per serving and mixed with cold water it tastes just like a strawberry milkshake.
đżNEED A SNACK? frozen grapes are your new friend, along with frozen blueberries and raspberries. a square of dark chocolate never hurt anybody, and neither did a rice cake with some honey/peanut butter/almond butter drizzled on top. craving something savory? veggie sticks + a little hummus are here to save the day, and if you want something sweet and savory, try a watermelon + feta + mint salad.Â
đ« NO GYM MEMBERSHIP? take a walk around your neighborhood. go for a jog. go swimming at your local pool. check out some pilates videos online. try some calisthenic exercises at home, or yoga. even a few minutes of physical activity is better than nothing, and will make you feel so much better and closer to your goals than sitting on tumblr and scrolling through the dash. I mean, you could even scroll through tumblr while youâre out on a walk, if you donât mind using the data
đșWORRIED YOUâLL SELF HARM? talk to a friend, or a family member you trust. listen to some angry music. paint a picture, throw some fine china plates on the ground. whatever you do, try to channel your feelings into something other than harming yourself. i know people always say to snap an elastic against your wrist or to chew ice but personally, that stuff never helped me. talking out my feelings and venting to another person, however, did. so really, if you feel like youâve tried every other alternative and you have no one to talk toââ send me a message, anonymously or not, and iâll do the best i can to hear you out.
Iâve never experienced being less than 100 lbs.
Iâve never had someone gasp at my small thighs or jutting rib cage
Iâve never had noticeable cheekbones.
Iâve never looked thin in a large sweater, just added pounds to my body.
Iâve never felt comfortable wearing tight shirts.
Iâve never experienced being âthinâ, only ânormalâ.
And I want to change all that.
So my father just forbid me to eat cake on Easter Sunday because it has too many calories
FIRST, I know the calories, he knows nothing about them
SECOND I am at a normal/healthy weight, he is oberweight
THIRD, I can make myself purge, ge doesnt
FOURTH, I will go for a long run in the evening
FIFTH I wont eat breakfast on Sunday
But well, i guess ill just watch everyone eat cake because now there is a 0% chance that i will eat cake in Front of my father
Lmao i wish i was dead
My June Rules to lose 15 lbsđžwhoâs trying this with me? Also ignore the gummy worms their like 100 cals for 2 :(
Itâs you, not your genetics
I have a friend who is like SUPER skinny. She used to say how she doesnât get fat at all. On top of that, she seemed to eat a lot of high-calorie food all the time. Everyone kind of assumed that she was ânaturally skinnyâ.
Today she mentioned how she hated eating alone. She just doesnât eat. That made soo much sense! She might eat a lot when shes at school, surrounded by ppl, but she doesnât eat much when by herself. As a result she stays skinny.
IMPORTANT IMPORTANT Note to you and followers who eat low cal and take lots of walks/runs to burn off â
for the love of all things that are GOOD please PLEASE, when you walk down the sidewalk, walk as FAR away from the curb/road as possible. When you are waiting for a traffic light, wait as FAR away from the curb/road as possible. If you are under-eating and over-excercising, thatâs a recipe for unexpectedly passing out. If you pass out and youâre right on the curb if a busy roadâ HUGE chance you will pass out and fall directly into the street, where you will promptly get hit by cars.
Even though you could still crack your head open or break other bones falling on the sidewalk- itâs far less likely youâll be seriously injured than if you fall off the curb into a busy road.
Please walk in places where if you happen to pass out, you wonât be run over.
(Also please walk in places where if you pass out someone will see youâ I know secret hidden forest trail walks are tempting for the edgy/fairycore vibes, but passing out and possibly breaking bones or suffering brain damage from hitting the ground and then not having anyone around to help you is waaaaay less cute)
this is really fantastic advice, thank you for the reminder!! i used to walk home beside a very busy road w no sidewalk and i had to stop bc i noticed id either get faint or get brain fog and start drifting towards the road, which was terrifying. anyone who follows me, pls take this advice too đ€đ€
It was around 7 in the morning when the sun woke you up. It danced across your sheets and your desk, earning a soft groan from you as you slowly woke up. The sheets draped over your dainty body, slipping down over your shoulders as you sat up. Your hands sat in your lap, bundling up the blanket a bit as you looked out the window at a beautiful morning.
After admiring the view a little bit, you slipped out of bed, one thin leg after the other. Your soft pajamas draped over your lithe figure, truly accentuating how petite you were. They sagged a bit around your tiny waist and the sleeves stopped past the palm of your hand. You looked so tiny in them, swallowed by the soft fabric.
You padded to the bathroom and stripped, stepping on the scale, before smiling to yourself. Almost there.
You took a quick, hot shower, relishing in the feeling of each bone of your body as you skimmed your hands over yourself. Water pooled slightly in your collarbones and not on rolls of fat.
You were glowing when you got out, and turned around in the mirror. You counted three ribs on each side of your flat stomach, which concaved ever so slightly when you looked at yourself from the side. Your tiny waist filled out into toned thighs with a gap in between, which dipped back in at the knees to long, thin legs. Your thin hands danced around your tiny neck and prominent collars, tracing the sharp curve of your jawline, moving a few strands of wet hair that clung to your cheek. Your eyes looked bigger and your sharp nose was the same red as the apples of your cheeks, accentuating your soft lips and tiny chin.
You spoiled yourself for a few minutes, turning this way and that, looking at every curve and dip of your body. Finally, when the water sticking to your frame sent a chill through you, a silk robe was pulled up and over your shoulders. Silently, you left the bathroom.
You walked to your closet and opened the sliding door. You watched your thin fingers as they gripped the white wood.
As you had lost weight, you slowly added more and more clothes to your closet. Flowy tops, cute jeans, sweet skirts. Wearing them was a reward in and of itself, once you were able to fit into them. You looked cute and fragile in some, skinny and sharp in others. They each had their own style - and a place in your heart. They were the biggest sign of your progress.
You slipped into a cute, creme colored long sleeve top, relishing in the comfortable feel of the thin, flowy fabric. Your legs were hugged by dark blue, high-wasited jeans that you slid into perfectly. Simple gold bracelets sat on your wrists, and a thin gold chain around your neck.
You looked killer, and posed a bit. The jeans acentuated your thigh gap and thin, lean legs as well as your cinched waist, while the shirt hung low enough to reveal your collarbone, draping off of you in a way that showed how small you were underneath. Your hands were lithe and dainty, your skin fresh and clear.
You moved to your window, spreading the curtains and pulling the sliding glass open. Birds sang and danced around each other, and the hints of city life teemed in the few people walking along the sidewalk. You adored the city. Maple trees grew along the road and charming shops filled the empty space between tall buildings.
The wind blew, billowing the silk curtins out around you as you took in a deep breath. The cool air filled your lungs so beautifully, and your bright eyes fluttered closed.
All your hard work, all the long night curled up in your bed, ignoring hunger pains. Forcing awful-tasting teas down your throat. Losing and gaining, working out until you colapsed, sleeping through the day and binging at night. Your journey was so hard, with just as many downs as there were ups.
But you kept at it, holding on to the dream of a brighter future. Your binges grew smaller and fewer. You coud last longer without food, and it took less for you to feel full. The barest of muscle formed, and working out was less of a chore and more of a hobby. People started commenting on your figure. It was euphoric, fitting into your first XS pair of jeans.
You opened your eyes again, watching the green trees sway in the breeze. They were showing the first hints of autumn, a few crisp leaves turning to the color of honey and roses.
For the first time in a while, you realised, you were happy with where you were.
hw 59.7 lw 50.2 cw 58.9 ugw 42-45 167cm somehow in semi recovery i guess TW
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