One Bite at a Time


I'm Kate. I used to not eat. I had Anorexia Nervosa and got very sick and hated my life. A few years ago I began a recovery process, which I believe is a lifelong deal. I'm still in the process of healing my mind, body, and spirit, and there are a lot of things that help me do this. Here is a short list!
-Buddhist Mindfulness practice, meditation, Radical Acceptance, praying, the Psalms
-Food. Lots of it. Mostly only the delicious kind.
-Exercise. Lots of it. Mostly only the fun kind. A jezziefriend called it Slayer Training, which I joyfully stole. If you don't know what this means, don't worry. If you do, I love you.
-Therapy (still. I think it might never end.)
-Having good friends and family, both IRL and on the wonderwebs (*trademark, my brother.)
-12 Step recovery principles (but I am not a Big Book Thumper, so please don't be afraid.)

This will be a place for me to dump copious amounts of recipes (the good and the bad), talk about spirituality and what I learn in my weekly sitting group, repost inspiring and awesome quotes and stories, and share ridiculous and/or obscene pictures, gifs, and assorted other whatnots. That's how I roll. I hope you will enjoy.

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A friend of mine just posted pics of her birthday party, which was “veggie themed, since I don’t eat desserts :)”

She had a veggie cake. Literally just a stack of vegetables with a candle in it. Literally the most depressing thing I have ever seen. 

Tagged: literallyLITERALLYthis girl has always had major food issues and now for the past THREE YEARS she has talked nonstop about how she doesn't eat any sugar at alwhy are we still friends

P.S. we got the cake AND the salted chocolate mousse.

Tagged: good life choices

Uh so my friends are fancy and they want to go to a fancy restaurant for dinner tonight. The regular menu freaked me out a little bit (it was mostly in French) but look at the dessert menu….

Uh so my friends are fancy and they want to go to a fancy restaurant for dinner tonight. The regular menu freaked me out a little bit (it was mostly in French) but look at the dessert menu….

Tagged: I'm having cake for dinner tonight is what I'm sayingor salted chocolate mousse

Sometimes I like to unpack all of the beautiful groceries and just look at them before I put them away. I love how the colors look together, and I like to imagine how I will prepare everything.
This is my favorite part of the weekend. Grocery shopping. I’m boring, I know.
It’s just that I used to not eat, but I have always loved food. Those years spent in self-enforced food exile have made me endlessly delighted by and grateful for the bounty I enjoy now. I’m grateful that I have a well-paying job and can afford healthy food regardless of cost. I’m grateful that I have a fiancé who likes my cooking and appreciates what I make. I’m grateful that I don’t live in a food desert. I’m grateful that I have transportation to the store, and that if I forget something I can just turn right around and go back for it. That I can experiment. That I have internet access to look up recipes. 
And most of all I’m grateful that the voice inside my head that terrorized me for all of those years is mostly silent now. That I can eat in peace- in joy, even. And that I can nourish my body as an act of love. My recovery has been one of the most miraculous experiences of my life. I’m endlessly grateful.

Sometimes I like to unpack all of the beautiful groceries and just look at them before I put them away. I love how the colors look together, and I like to imagine how I will prepare everything.

This is my favorite part of the weekend. Grocery shopping. I’m boring, I know.

It’s just that I used to not eat, but I have always loved food. Those years spent in self-enforced food exile have made me endlessly delighted by and grateful for the bounty I enjoy now. I’m grateful that I have a well-paying job and can afford healthy food regardless of cost. I’m grateful that I have a fiancé who likes my cooking and appreciates what I make. I’m grateful that I don’t live in a food desert. I’m grateful that I have transportation to the store, and that if I forget something I can just turn right around and go back for it. That I can experiment. That I have internet access to look up recipes. 

And most of all I’m grateful that the voice inside my head that terrorized me for all of those years is mostly silent now. That I can eat in peace- in joy, even. And that I can nourish my body as an act of love. My recovery has been one of the most miraculous experiences of my life. I’m endlessly grateful.

Tagged: sappy post is sappyrecoveryED

Doing a two-mile loop around a windy lake when my body is VERY enthusiastically letting me know that I’m not pregnant sort of feels like an accomplishment. It’s hot and muggy as balls too, so by the time I was done I was completely soaked.

WHERE IS MY AWARD PLEASE

Tagged: adultingthis is my favorite tag tbh

Ok I’m not even into Game of Thrones but this is funny.

Ok I’m not even into Game of Thrones but this is funny.

Source: tastefullyoffensive

Einstein and his therapist.
(via wecanbegirly)

Einstein and his therapist.

(via wecanbegirly)

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If you feel sad, watch this video of my nephew laughing. Instant happy.

Not sure how this is comfortable but he’s out like a light.

Not sure how this is comfortable but he’s out like a light.

Pretty country sky at dusk.

Pretty country sky at dusk.

Tagged: home