I bumped into a good friend (who thinks I always ignore her – which I don’t, you know I love you – I’m just oblivious sometimes) and we got chatting outside of No Frills. She said I looked well. I look better. I look like I put on weight.
So this scenario could’ve gone one of two ways:
1. Shoppers Drug Mart close by.
2. Think about what she said. Really think about it.
It was closely followed by “When I saw you in September at school the first day of drop off, you looked exquisite.” In September I weighed about 20ish pounds more than I do now.
Now that I think about it, I should have more friends like this – she was full of compliments this morning.
So, back to the scenario. What did I do?
I felt good, I felt great. I want to look healthy. I don’t want to look like a skeleton.
So her comment, was a compliment and made me feel good about my progress.
Mina said that I am a perfectionist, which I know. I have perfected my eating disorder. She said my next challenge should be to perfect my recovery.