I went back to my friends. They welcomed me. Something happened and I felt in my heart that they needed me back with them and I went back. I have not forgiven. It will never be the same. But I am getting comfortable with them once again. I am trying to be supportive and loving. And funny. It is okay. I get tearful thinking about the whole mess, even now.
I got my period. Much as I hate getting it, it was necessary. When your weight is low, your ovaries stop producing estrogen, and that’s why you don’t get your periods. Without estrogen, your bones deteriorate fast. So I was glad to get my period because it means I have estrogen in my system, and my bones are still strong and won’t break very easily. My periods had essentially stopped, and I was worried, and I am glad to have them back, or at least one for now.
I have not been in this good physical shape since 1999. I eat well and take good care of myself. I am strong and fit. My legs carry me long distances. My muscles are firm and I use them well. In 1999 I woke up every morning and ran for a half hour, hopped into the shower, and went on with my day. Now, I can almost do that. I can run a mile without much effort. Around .7 miles, it is pure joy. I am sweating and I feel like there is no limit to what my body can do.
All this eating has paid off, apparently. I continue to eat, and eat well. I take vitamins, too. The vitamins make a difference. I care for my body. I am gaining weight, slowly. I have gained nearly 5 pounds. I do all this willingly. My hair is shiny. My mouth has a fresher feel to it and my gums don’t bleed spontaneously anymore. Only as recently as August, I was staggering around in my apartment, barely able to walk, and now, that is inconceivable to me.
You can’t take your body for granted, ever. I am lucky to be alive. I feel so much joy, zooming around Watertown twice every day with Puzzle like two little maniacs. I feel free and powerful. The world is mine and I can do anything.