My brain likes to categorize my memories. When I think back on my life, it is split into time periods. I have middle school, high school, senior year (it has its own category because I changed so much that year), the early days of my and Allen’s relationship / university, then married life / community college. That is all part of a larger category called Before. Then the next segment is simply called After. It’s the part of my life after college, but more importantly, After Diagnosis.
I used to be skinny.
I didn’t have to watch what I ate. In fact, I could have eaten absolutely anything I wanted and gotten away with it.
But in my freshman year of high school, I began battling an eating disorder. And I was obsessed with being as small as physically possible. I wasted so much time rejecting food and over-exercising in pursuit of “perfection.”
After Allen and I got together, I achieved recovery* and began to live a happy, healthy, normal life. I was finally okay with my body, okay with what I was eating, okay with ME.
Then diabetes came and completely ruined it all.