14 Years Later

Around this day 14 years ago I was getting ready for my 1st semi-formal dance. I didn’t have a date, but was going with a group of girlfriends and a few other guys. It was a great group and I was happy to be able to go with them. We got ready together, doing each other’s hair and makeup. We took pictures together and went out to dinner before the dance. I don’t remember much about the dance. I actually don’t remember being there at all. My memories from that day were the moments that were uncomfortable, because that’s all I ever felt during that time.

I remember being cold.

I was always cold. Not just chilled, but the type of cold that buries into your bones and makes you feel like there’s ice in your blood. That night in particular was miserable because I was wearing a thin, sleeveless dress in the middle of November. I remember shivering at the restaurant, pressing my palms between my thighs to get just the smallest amount of blood flow to my fingers, which were starting to turn blue at the tips. I remember how long it took for my body to recover from that night. Once I was home I had to put on 4 layers of clothing and then went to bed with 3 thick blankets to get my body back up to a comfortable temperature.

I remember the food.

The snacks my friends were eating while we were doing our hair and makeup were off-limits. Even though I hadn’t eaten all day to prepare for a fun afternoon of consuming junk food in my best friend’s bedroom, I never allowed myself the luxury of giving up any sort of control around food once the moment arrived. It was all a game. “If I don’t eat now, I can eat more later”- I told myself that once I passed up the snacks. I will just eat a good, fattening meal at the restaurant. Except I didn’t. I never did. It was a never-ending game of how long I could hold off, and how little I could consume once I finally did eat. Instead I sucked down diet Coke and pretended to ignore the greasy potato chips and bowl of chocolate candy that was staring me down, taunting me to let go and have just one. But I couldn’t. It was too hard face the guilt afterwards.

I remember the lies in my head.

The lyrics from the songs being played that night were a constant reminder that I didn’t have a date, and the lies that unfolded from that invaded my thoughts constantly. Lies telling me I would never be pretty enough for a boy to love me, that I would always be alone, and that my eating disorder was the only thing that could make me feel safe and secure. The lies told me it was all I would ever need to be happy. But somehow no matter how hard I faked it, I wasn’t happy. I was miserable.

I remember the emptiness.

An eating disorder rips away everything- I felt as if I had been gutted and left with a body that was meaningless and emotionless. I didn’t know who I was anymore. Any joy I expressed that day was an act, one that came from a sense of denial and one that I controlled well. I remember laughing with my friends, but wasn’t sure what we were laughing about. I remember looking in the mirror to find satisfaction with what I was doing, and to validate that it was all worth it. What I saw in the mirror wasn’t someone who was sick. I saw someone I still wanted to change, someone who I would never be happy with. And the emptiness was still there, because no matter how many times I reached my goal weight, no matter how many times I passed up dessert or how many times I exercised, I never felt satisfied. An eating disorder never makes you feel satisfied, it just keeps taking away.

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Two nights ago, I attended another dance. It wasn’t formal, I didn’t wear a pretty dress and, my nails weren’t done and I didn’t have any makeup on. It was impromptu, the way my dances tend to be these days. It wasn’t in a high school gym or with hundreds of people, but it was in my kitchen with my husband and 2-year-old daughter. The memories I make at these crazy dance parties we tend to have on a regular basis will stick with me forever, much like the uncomfortable memories I have from my first formal dance. These memories are much different though.

I’ll remember being warm because my now-healthy body can insulate itself and tolerate temperatures under 90 degrees.

I’ll remember the smells of food. Chili in the crock pot, taco meat on the stove, and chicken parmesan in the oven are all the comforting aromas of some of the meals that have been in preparation while we’re twirling our toddler around in the kitchen.

I’ll remember how it feels to be surrounded by truth. Truth that I am loved, that I am promised never-ending hope, and that I am cherished by a God who will never abandon me.

I’ll remember feeling full. So so full. Full of purpose, self-satisfaction, and life. Life is so much different now and I’m extremely grateful for that. I’m no longer controlled by that image in the mirror or value myself based on how much I had to eat. I’m more free to love, to experience true joy and to walk through life with a purpose other than meeting my goal on the scale.

I’ll continue to feel this way because I chose recovery. I didn’t chose to have an eating disorder, but I chose to fight my way out. All the memories, both good and bad have shaped me into the person I am today. I’m strong, and the battle has become easier if not nonexistent. I have the painful memories to thank for that.

 

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Chili Season!

Although it’s November 1st, I’m writing this post wearing shorts and a tank top and my face is slightly sunburned from a 30 minute run I did earlier today. Autumn where are you?! I love the mild winters that living in the South brings, but I am eager for cooler temperatures. For my family and friends up North, I envy you and your hoodie-wearing weather! I am ready to be done with summer for awhile and to switch out my bathing suits for sweaters and leggings. I’m also ready for the comfort food season that’s quickly approaching. You know what I’m talking about- big pots of creamy soups and chili, warm breads, hot cocoa, Thanksgiving feasts and holiday treats. Because most comfort food isn’t low calorie, a lot of people tend to gain weight this time of year. But who says that comfort food can’t be healthy? I have four healthy and delicious chili recipes I love to rotate this time of year that are warm, filling and oh so comforting to eat. The best part- you can make them all in the crockpot! There’s nothing better than having the aroma of chili fill the house on a cool fall day.

Spicy white chicken chili

If you love spicy foods, this is for you. You can serve it with sour cream and shredded cheese, but it’s just as tasty without the toppings.

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Ingredients:

1 yellow onion, diced

1 large jalepeno pepper, diced

4 cloves garlic, minced

1 tbsp olive oil

1 large rotisserie chicken, chicken pulled off bones and shredded

2 cans Northern white beans, drained

4 cups chicken broth

2 cups salsa verde

1 tsp chili powder

2 tbsp fresh cilantro

1/2 tbsp poultry seasoning

Directions:

Saute pepper, onions and garlic in olive oil until onions are translucent. Place all ingredients in crockpot, add pepper and onion mixture and set crockpot on low. Cook for 4-5 hours.

 

Chicken taco chili

This chili is very kid-friendly. My toddler can’t get enough of it! She loves it with “extra” cheese and tortilla chips, but this is another chili that tastes great served plain as well.

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Ingredients

1 onion, chopped

1 can of black beans

1 8-oz can of tomato sauce

2 14.5 oz cans of diced tomatoes with chili peppers

1 bag of frozen corn

1 packet taco seasoning

1 tsp cumin

1 tbsp chili powder

3-4 boneless skinless chicken breasts

Directions

Place all ingredients into the crockpot with the chicken on top. Cook on low for 8 hours or on high for 6 hours. 15-20 minutes before serving take the chicken out and shred with a fork. Return to crockpot and continue cooking until ready to serve.

Vegetarian chili

This is my favorite chili and I make it often. I love vegetables, and this dish is full of them! You can switch out the beans for meatless crumbles (such as Boca brand or Morningstar crumbles) if desired. Or if you are a die-hard carnivore you can add 1lb of beef or ground turkey. This makes a pretty large pot and we tend to end up eating it all week long! Cut it in half if you aren’t a fan of leftovers.

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Ingredients

1 can of black beans

1 can of kidney beans

1 can diced tomatoes with chilis

1 28 oz can tomato sauce

1 zucchini, chopped

1 yellow squash, chopped

2 large carrots, sliced

1 yellow onion, diced

1 package mushrooms

1 sweet potato, chopped

1 large bell pepper, chopped (I use 1/2 red and 1/2 yellow)

3 cloves garlic, minced

1 tsp cumin

1 tbsp chili powder

salt and pepper to taste

Combine all ingredients in crockpot. Cook on low for 8 hours or high for 6 hours.

Pumpkin chili

Featured in my last post OMG Pumpkin, this chili has become a new favorite. The pumpkin flavor is quite mild, so if you aren’t a pumpkin lover don’t let the name scare you.

Ingredients:

1 T coconut oil

2 cups chopped yellow onion

1 green bell pepper, diced

6 cloves garlic, minced

1 1/2 lbs grass feed beef or bison

28 ounce can of diced tomatoes

6 ounce can of tomato paste

1 can of pumpkin

1 cup chicken broth (or you can just use water if desired)

2 1/2 tsp dried oregano

1 1/2 T chili powder

1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp cumin

Directions:

Heat a large pot over the stove. Add oil and saute onion and pepper until onions begin to soften (about 7 minutes). Add the garlic and cook an additional 30 seconds. Add the ground beef and cook an extra 8-10 minutes, breaking up the beef into crumbles as it cooks. Transfer meat mixture into crockpot and add remaining ingredients. Cook for 6-7 hours on low.

 

Stay warm!