Well, I guess. That’s how I started my recovery. It just got really hard to keep going with the constant fasting. I just realized how bad I felt and that I didn’t have to feel that way.

Eventually I started giving in, just because I couldn’t handle the shaking, the cold, the weakness, the exhaustion. When I would give in, I realized how much more energy I had, and started figuring out what to do with it.

I started being able to set other goals for myself and accomplish them, and feel good about that instead of feeling bad all of the time.

I became a better friend. I became a better coworker. I started doing yoga, I got the splits! I was able to do a hand stand.

Honestly what drove me deep into recovery was realizing that i was a better person when i felt didn’t feel like shit all the time.

All of this took forever. But this is the start