ZUCCHINI WAFFLES 🤤😱
It’s an amazing side for diner, but don’t forget to add a portion of proteins!
• 1/2 cup grated zucchini
• 1 egg
• 1/3 cup milk of your choice
• 1/2 cup buckwheat flour
• 1/2 cup grated parmesan
• 1 tbsp coconut oil (to grease the waffle iron)
Squeeze out the extra water from the zucchini. Combine the flour, egg, milk, grated parmesan and stir in the grated zucchini. Bake for 5 min.
What I eat in the middle of the night!! #carbs
Had 2slices from #cherrypie
made by my friend s mother and decided to peal some #boiledpotatoes
make me a #potatoesalad
😃😂😂🙏🙏🙏. It s 5am, this is what a #recoveredanorexic
eats at night 😃😂😂🤣🤣, no joke, #realtalk
MY only desire not to surpass my 59kilos (no muscles, fat only) is Cas it s the biggest I ve been and ain t got clothes to fit me over this and no money currently (Cas I ve retired from porn!!).
Sweared to myself if someone, ever calls me #fat
again, I ll call them out or 👊 them in the face, depending on day's mood. Actually my hairstylist in 🇷🇴 said I should not gain anymore. I said why not?! 🤔 🤔, did not trigger me Cas Don t care bout their opinions anymore 😃🙏🙏🙏🙏💜💜
U are beautiful, no matter ur #weight
🤗🤗🤗💜💜!!! #anorexianervousa #anorexia #recoveredanorexic #eatingdisorderrecovery
#bulimia #antianna #anorexiaproblems
my girlfriend fucking knows about my ed and i hate it. i’m trying to convince her that i’m fine by not telling her the full truth of how i am right now. yeah, i’m eating three full meals a day. but i’m not telling her that i only have 500 cals a day...
yd was really an average day. sleeping in, preping brunch, doing the groceries, making dinner, working out and stretching, eating.. but I kinda failed these pancakes this time they still had a dough-ish consistency and were not fluffy at all but the toppings and melon tasted good. other than that I'm just staying up again all night, relaxing more than studying
I pushed and pushed and forty-five minutes into it, over twelve hours into labor, I heard my mom announce from the side of the room that she saw a head. It was three years ago during #NEDAwareness
week. Then with one more push, I gave birth to my first baby girl. That made me into a mother, and as a mother, I am many things: the backbone of my family, nonjudgmental, kind, loving, some may call me a human Kleenex or a boo-boo kisser and healer—but the number one word I would use to describe myself is strong.
I consider it more than a coincidence that I became a mother on this particular week because I owe both of our lives, mine, and my daughters, to recovery. She wouldn’t be here without me choosing recovery. Now, nothing is a better reminder of how strong I am than my babies (soon to be three girls). Motherhood keeps me honest because I would never want my girls to see even a glimpse of my eating disorder behaviors. That person was self-destructive and unhappy. She was meek and lived her life afraid. Yes, she was always kind, but she was a pushover to a fault. Kids are like sponges, and I need them only to absorb positivity from me when it comes to body image and self-esteem.
My girls are going to be like their mother is in recovery because this version of me is the me not held back by societal expectations. The mother and person I am today fights for what she believes is right. She doesn’t let any of her insecurities, especially when it comes to what people think, hold her back. She can beat anything because she has overcome mental illness. She is strong embodied.
So no, this is not a six-pack abs photo. Instead, here I am proudly flaunting my baby bump, at one of the largest sizes my stomach has ever been. I like my stomach best like this, with a beautiful, healthy baby warmly cocooned inside of it. This bump represents strength in recovery and motherhood. And those two things are who I proudly am.
#ComeAsYouAre #Motherhood #28Weeks #bulimiarecovery #anorexia #eatingdisorders #bodyimage #mentalhealth #Recovery #edrecovery #prorecovery #bodypositive #anorexiafighter #pregnancy #nedawareness #anorexiarecover #eatingdisorderrecovery
Dinner tonight is an apple with PB2. Today my ex came and took away all her furniture from my apartment so I’m finally all ready to go home! Tomorrow it will be exactly one week and I’m so so so ready. Please send me Tells, I’m bored as hell!!
Nas revistas e grupos sempre vemos dicas de como cuidar do corpo, das dietas, da sua rotina, das suas roupas. Mas pouco vemos sobre como CUIDAR DAS RELAÇÕES.
Expressar sentimentos de uma forma saudável é muito importante nas relações, principalmente para as pessoas que passam por algum transtorno alimentar, para não aliviar estes sentimentos de maneira disfuncional.
No transtorno alimentar, o alimento é o regulador das emoções.
Se não falamos ao outro dos nossos sentimentos, não estamos dando modelo de como queremos ser tratados.
Assista a entrevista completa no canal Eu Vejo da @garbindaiana
falando sobre a relação entre habilidades sociais e transtornos alimentares, com o psicólogo Fellipe Augusto de Lima Souza, do @ambulim.ipq
e responsável pelo grupo de Treino das Habilidades Sociais.
#renatasimonetti #psicologalimeira @instituto.evolucao #habilidadessociais #euvejo #transtornoalimentar #anorexia #bulimia #compulsaoalimentar #comendosemculpa
Você vai passar por coisas inesperadas. Algumas não muito boas. É verdade, vai chorar, querer gritar, sumir. Deixar de existir.
A princípio, não vai ver saída, com o tempo não terá mais esperança, com isso... Verá somente a sombra e a escuridão dentro de si. Pra você, tudo tanto faz.
Talvez você desista.
Os dias vão ser iguais, e você não vai ver a hora de todos eles acabarem.
Nem mesmo quem te ama, irá conseguir te tirar desse abismo, dessa angústia.
Talvez eles desistam.
E talvez você resista.
E eu espero, que como eu, você resista. Acordando cedo, dando bom dia aos idosos que varrem a calçada. Com a esperança de ser realmente, um bom dia a todos. Que você faça o seu dia ser bom.
Que cada novo dia você tenha novas experiências, novas conquistas.
Que você não olhe muito pra trás, pois é escuro e doloroso, que você saiba que enquanto há vida, há chance de tudo ser diferente, saiba também que você é sobrevivente de todos os seus pesadelos que viveu.
Que você veja as qualidades das pessoas, veja as tuas também.
Que você sinta-se amada. Que se ame, para que seja capaz de amar.
Que você seja grata por cada detalhe da vida, como quando, depois de anos, você consegue andar de ônibus sozinha sem medo, ou quando você termina o ensino médio mesmo que com muita luta, ou quando você acorda no meio da noite com seu irmãozinho fazendo carinho no seu rosto, quando alguém que você ama e está longe dizer "hoje eu vi tal coisa que você iria adorar ver, lembrei de ti na hora", ou quando você faz uma entrevista de emprego e não passa, mas você fica grata, pois um tempo atrás você jamais iria querer correr esse risco.
Quando você perceber que você é a sua melhor companhia, que só você é responsável pela sua paz, que vem de dentro. Você vai poder compartilhar isso tudo com quem você ama.
Você não vai querer voltar pra onde estava, nem vai querer que o tempo passe logo. Você vai amar o presente, vai se sentir presenteada por cada momento. Vai amar sentir todos os frios na barriga que a vida dá.
Você vai deixar de existir, vai deixar de lutar pra sobreviver. Vai lutar pra viver, e vai amar isso, mesmo não sendo nada fácil. (CONTINUA NOS COMENTÁRIOS)
People always think I'm crazy for being a runner. I agree. I know I'm crazy. But for me running has a special place in my heart. Without running, I would feel like my left index finger was removed (still able to function but it would be a noticeable impediment). I have wanted to do the Disney Princess half marathon since I started running more seriously. For me, it is the race of a lifetime. No, there's really nothing super special about the course or anything. Most of it isn't actually in the parks. But it seems so full of magic and wonder and features so many princesses whose own stories feature struggles they had to overcome. In addition, it's a primarily female race (princes only allowed if accompanied by a princess) which to many people seems horribly sexist, but to me is even more magical. A race about women supporting women to overcome hardship? Men only there to support the women in their lives? PRINCESSES? Sign me up.
Running started out for me as a challenge. Every day after school my sister and I would run around the block together. She would almost always beat me home. I hated "losing" every time and felt incredibly overshadowed. So I started doing two laps sometimes. I wanted to get better and faster. And over time I did. When high school came around, I ran cross country. It gave me the freedom of nature that I craved as well as the challenge of competition. Throughout college though, I didn't have any particular races or challenges in running. Challenges came in another form. I was suffering from depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder. Running was a way to feel more ok with my body. If I ran, I could eat. The more I ran, the more I could eat. I was still eating only about 500 calories a day though. My body eventually broke.
Now I know how to eat before running. How many calories I need. How to keep my body from breaking. And yet I still hate my body. It's a daily struggle. Now I hope to use running to be kind to my body and mind. To heal all those rifts in my soul.
So tomorrow I will plod along and hope to seal up one of those rifts. Tomorrow, I run as a princess. 👸🏼❤