About
Eating Disorders. Aren't they fun? Since the age of 16, I've knowingly had an eating disorder, but as you all know, it begins way earlier than you're aware.
My name is Madeleine. I am 17 years-old now and am about to be a senior in high school. I first developed my eating disorder the summer before my junior year, whether I knew it or not. I began working out extensively and restricting everything I ate until I became a vegan who didn't eat carbs and was afraid of eating half a banana before my third workout of the day.
Unfortunately-or fortunately-the day before the beginning of junior year I was hospitalized for an extremely low heart rate and being underweight. After a week in the hospital, I was discharged and sent home for another week of bedrest and thus began my journey of recovering.
Truthfully, even then I didn't name my 'problem' and eating disorder. I just thought it was a coping mechanism from my OCD. But although I recovered from that experience, I relapsed. And this time, it was worse. My liver was fat, my thyroid was on the verge of poor numbers, and my white blood cell count was extremely low. And the worst part was that I didn't think anything was wrong.
Well I am now realizing that yes, I have an eating disorder, and yes I need to truly recover in order to regain my life back.
And so I thought to create this page, a place where I post about my good and bad days, but also a place for others who are possibly battling the same war to find comfort, to find a place to get help. Even if you don't have an eating disorder, I think this page will become a place of information as well to help end the shadow that eating disorders cast, and start understanding the fundamental problem.
My name is Madeleine. I am 17 years-old now and am about to be a senior in high school. I first developed my eating disorder the summer before my junior year, whether I knew it or not. I began working out extensively and restricting everything I ate until I became a vegan who didn't eat carbs and was afraid of eating half a banana before my third workout of the day.
Unfortunately-or fortunately-the day before the beginning of junior year I was hospitalized for an extremely low heart rate and being underweight. After a week in the hospital, I was discharged and sent home for another week of bedrest and thus began my journey of recovering.
Truthfully, even then I didn't name my 'problem' and eating disorder. I just thought it was a coping mechanism from my OCD. But although I recovered from that experience, I relapsed. And this time, it was worse. My liver was fat, my thyroid was on the verge of poor numbers, and my white blood cell count was extremely low. And the worst part was that I didn't think anything was wrong.
Well I am now realizing that yes, I have an eating disorder, and yes I need to truly recover in order to regain my life back.
And so I thought to create this page, a place where I post about my good and bad days, but also a place for others who are possibly battling the same war to find comfort, to find a place to get help. Even if you don't have an eating disorder, I think this page will become a place of information as well to help end the shadow that eating disorders cast, and start understanding the fundamental problem.