1. Severe anxiety. When I got to CFC for the alumni reunion last night, I was profusely sweating and shrieking out. We’re talking major underarm wettage that I have not experienced since the throes of puberty. I was so tickled that I had remembered my travel size deodorant, I mean how do you even survive without that shiz? In the end, though, my anxiety was totally unnecessary. I had fun with minimum comparage and maximum love and unity and adorableness. Yeah! CFC sistas 4Eva! It was actually so sweet to see so many of us choosing life over insanity and pain and death. ED sucks! Life rocks!
2. At least one of said alumni comparing recovery to sex. (As in, you don’t know what it feels like till you actually experience it.) Racher was freaking out and coping by eating her hair and I was fanning my face in embarrassment slash heat stroke. Who knew that an ED sufferer could not only come up with a really dirty analogy, but also a really apt one? That’s like my life’s dream goal. I’ve got the dirty part down, just not the apt part quite nailed in. Huh.
3. And, my favorite: at least one meatless hamburger. Poor AY baby was completely opposed to the staff of CFC knowing that she was a vegetarian, even though she’s suuuuuuper recovered (well not completely, but coming along swimmingly). So how does she solve this little dilemma? Throw the patty away when not under surveillance, and then promptly eat a bun with ketchup and mustard and lettuce and a tomato. Ew! Ewwwwwy! It was awesome, though. I had to snap a pic. Go recovery even when it doesn’t include meat! My name is Brie and I approve of this message. Here is me and AC loving each other and life. I can’t believe this is the only pic I have. I’m totally pouting that I didn’t properly document this occasion. Holy mongolian eye folds! Can you say Asianista?Also, I’m having some major issues with a wrist muffin top, and I may blog this later. But first I need to take a picture, and I think I was just quite clear that I’m not very good at taking them when I should.
Oh, and guess whatsies? My sis-in-law Ang called me last night and told me my blog was on MSN dot com. WTF? It was linked (again) with pregorexics. Boo the term ‘pregorexia,’ but yay my blog was recognized again! Tonight I love exclamation points!!
LOVE YOU! [Author does not condone the eatage of meatless hamburgers.]