In honor of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week . . .

here's a wonderful short video to raise awareness and most of all hope. Because, as NEDA says, everybody knows somebody.

I wish you peace, hope, and recovery from whatever you struggle with.

Going through hell? Keep going

That's one of my favorite quotes, from Winston Churchill, as it happens, and the title of my newest post over at Psychology Today. See you over there.

Repeat after me: Fat is good

An interesting study crossed my desk this week, from a team of researchers in New York who posed the question, "Does percent body fat predict outcome in anorexia nervosa?"

They looked at a number of factors they thought might contribute to relapse in anorexia recovery, including BMI, leptin levels, waist-to-hip ratio, the subtype of anorexia, and percentage of body fat. Only one--body fat--seemed to affect the rate of relapse. "In recently weight-restored women with anorexia nervosa," they wrote, "lower percent body fat was associated with poor long-term outcome."

We're so used to thinking of fat as the Ultimate Evil, which must be banished at any cost, that news like this can feel downright shocking. Fat can be not just good but essential. Without it our brains don't work very well. We're supposed to have a certain amount of fat in our bodies.

This is important for those in recovery from anorexia, especially people (like my own daughter) who are naturally athletic and build a lot of muscle mass. Nothing wrong with muscles, but you've gotta have fat, too. Lean muscle mass without body fat is associated with relapse. And that's not what anybody wants.

So repeat after me: Fat is necessary for human life. Fat is not evil. Fat can even (dare I say it?) be a Very Good Thing.

Post-traumatic anorexia stress syndrome

I haven't posted in a few days, mostly because I'm feeling sad.

Sad about my daughter Kitty's illness, even though she is doing quite well now. Because she is doing well now, probably.

Last year at this time it wasn't safe to feel sad, or mad, or anxious. It really wasn't safe to feel much of anything. Last year at this time her father and I were relentless cheerleaders in the land of anorexia recovery.

This year, we are back to what passes in our house for normal life. Kitty is off to the state Latin convention tomorrow, where she will stay in a hotel with lots of other teenagers (and teachers), play Latin games, and generally have a swell time. Last night she came in 6th in a XC ski race. Go, Kitty!

You've heard of the 5 stages of grief--how about the 5 stages of anorexia: 1. Formless worry. 2. Emergency/crisis. 3. Battle with the demon. 4. Jubilation at recovery. 5. Post-traumatic anxiety.

I think I'll call this Post-Traumatic Anorexia Stress Syndrome. PTASS. It's a good thing, basically, because it means things are good.

I wonder how we'll all feel a year from now?