I am in the process of recovering from an ED and have been learning about intuitive eating for about a year now. I have been successfully implementing a lot of what I'm learning; however, there is a lot of intuitive eating philosophy that feels impossible for someone with ADHD.

For example: I get hyperfocused on certain foods for multiple weeks at a time. Sometimes it's healthy (cucumbers all day!), but sometimes it's not (hello oreos..) Most of the IE resources preach eating the things we love in moderation. But with ADHD, if I don't eat oreos for a while, I will literally just forget they exist and I don't struggle with craving them. However, if I eat even one, I'm reminded of how much I love them and risk hyperfixating on them.

I would appreciate any book/resource recommendations from other people who are struggling with a similar situation! Thank you!

Long story short, I'm in a mental hospital, soon to be discharged. I made a friend here who asked me to help her get a financial bonus from inviting me to join Revolut, which is a bank. I checked all the boxes needed for her to get the bonus, which wasn't easy (I needed to make 3 purchases of over 5 euros, but couldn't leave hospital grounds so I had to ask my dad to do it for me. Also needed to order a physical card that I don't need, which cost me another 6 euros). Still, my friend didn't get the bonus because it can take several days for the procedure to get approved. I see this as a failure on my part, and my magical thinking OCD is telling me that, if my friend doesn't receive her bonus before I'm discharged (which is very likely), I will start gaining weight uncontrollably when I get back home, and won't be able to do anything to stop that. I feel hopeless, and it makes me want to cry.

OCD gave me a fear of commenting and posting to Reddit, told me that if I do that, I will get fat. Today I've challenged this fear because not interacting with Reddit made me feel very alone and miserable. Now I'm really scared of weighing myself tomorrow because, if the number increases, which is very likely to happen, I know my OCD brain will blame it on Reddit, and I really don't want it to happen because this website has an amazing community and I really don't want to abandon it.

I'll just try to convince myself that Reddit can't have that sort of influence on me. I've used it before, and nothing bad happened. It sucks so much that I have to challenge my fears repeatedly because they resurface. Really scared right now, but I hope for the best.

they are a special interest gone wrong

(btw this is a joke, I know they're way more complex than that.)

(but I also kinda unironically feel this way like the Hyperfixation is real.)

(I'm sure y'all understand me here.)

Participants required please!! (Eating disorders with or without diagnosis, 18+ years)

I am in need of MALE and LGBTQ participants please!

Hi Everyone!

I am in final year of my Psychology degree and would like to request for participants to take part in my dissertation.

My research focuses on how Social Media can increase the levels of SOCIAL ANXIETY in people with EATING DISORDERS.

Diagnosis of Eating Disorders is not necessary, as long as you feel you have disordered eating habits.

Ethics have been approved by The University of Bolton Ethics Committee.

I would really appreciate you time and effort in completing my survey, the link is below:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc_OcykvsEJmi5TLHBLETOL6PIY4Xx6oHDClhG80FEPdHoXjQ/viewform?usp=sf_link

THANK YOU!!!!

Between my autistic lack of physical awareness and my Ed, i end up not eating a lot or only eating comfortable things. I am currently slowly getting started with healing from a major relapse and remembering to eat has been the biggest obstacle. I recently joined a haunted house as a scare actor and the job is very physically demanding. The head honcho Ms. A is this awesome roller derby lady who is one of those super gruff, but in a nice way people.

Ms. A made it clear that she does not want to have to call an ambulance because people aren't taking care of themselves. In no way shape or form do i believe Ms. A would hurt me, but i know she'd whoop my ass if i passed out because i was being a dumbass. While we're at work, our sweepers and runners (ppl who check on actors in scene) remind us to drink water constantly and have snacks for us as well.

Our opening night was last weekend and I could tell that I had used far more energy than i thought i would. Normally, i wouldn't care but I'm scared of ms. A and so I'm actually eating decently. This weekend will be a real challenge as it's three days straight and i find myself wanting to eat to make sure i can do it. Im pretty pumped

I'm living with my bio mom at the moment, when i agreed to move in with her I didn't realize the severity of her issues. When i first came down here, We lived with my grandmother for a few months. Due to the move, finding a job etc my eating schedule was very erratic solely because i kept forgetting, it was NOT intentional. One day my mom pulls me aside and says me forgetting meals was triggering her and she cried a lot, i tried to remember more and do better.

I did not realize my mom is a hoarder until we moved into the apartment together back in october. I knew she was a knick knack person, but i severely underestimated just how bad it is... I also didn't take into account how her ed and hoarding link and it's been a trainwreck.

Our fridge and pantry are completely full off food that usually ends up going bad, but as soon as anything is used or thrown out, it's replaced. Thing is, almost none of this food is mine, even though i can afford food no problem, i simply have nowhere to put it. With all of the stress from my shitty families, my mom being emotionally manipulative and stress from the holidays I'm in full relapse and need my safe foods now more than ever.

When I realized I was starting to slip I tried to talk to my mom and advocate for having a spot for my food. I hoped that she would understand where i was coming from, but instead i ended up having to calm her down because she had a meltdown. She kept saying how she was a bad mom and she just wants good food around, i stopped talking and gave up, nothing changed.

I try to sneak things into the cracks here and there when there's room, but if it doesn't get lost to the mass of things in there, it gets taken out or thrown away by my mom. Her memory is not great so sometimes it's because of that, but others i think she just doesn't like what i like, so she chucks it. I eat a lot of things that are fast and easy and she doesn't like stuff like that.

A week ago i accidentally made a mark on one of her pots, she was borderline fuming over it. This mark i made was the size of the tip of a pencil and on accident but she was so angry and now i'm scared to use her stuff. Hell, she's chewed me out over less to do with her dishes.

I try and try and try to avoid setting her off, but i can't have any safe foods, can't have dishes in my room (the only place i feel safe eating), I'm scared to use anything to cook. I do all of this bending and twisting for her and she still can't fucking avoid telling me how many calories she's eaten or when the last time she ate was, but if i legitimately forget to eat or accidentally make a tiny mark, it's all my fault.

EXTRA INFO: In 2018, at 17yo i was shipped away to two TTI facilities and haven't been allowed home since. My birthday is the day after Xmas, shortly before my 18th bday I was discharged from one program and spent the next few days being paraded around by my adoptive mom. I was checked into my new adult facility by noon on my 18th birthday, I barely had time to say goodbye.

The reason I moved down here was honestly to try and replace my adoptive family since they've abandoned me. I was promised love and acceptance by my bio family, and then a month after i moved here my uncle and mom had a spat i was not present for, nor the subject of but I was immediately excluded and cut off fully, while she's only cut off partially.

This whole situation happening right around the holidays has caused old wounds to reopen, i am not doing well at all and every hour out of a psych ward is victory. Through all of this, while i am managing myself without lashing out, the same cannot be said about my bio mom. She is constantly volatile and her attention seeking is getting worse and more extreme every day. It's wearing me out.

Her eyes like ice

Hair like water

Gossamer skin stretched over birdlike bones

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Her smile is kind

Welcoming of warmth

Her mind as vast as the stars above

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She moves with grace

Never falters

Floating weightless on her personal cloud

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I break eye contact

And look down at myself

And all i see is grime and filth

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Fingers turned the wrong way

Stomach a bit too large

Surely i am no match for her i think

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I sheepishly raise my eyes

Back to her

And we place our hands together through the glass

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I close my eyes

And make a wish

That one day i’ll be as beautiful as the girl in my mirror.

Hello. I'd like to tell everyone that r/recoveryrecipes is up and running. It's a place for those who are entering or in eating disorder recovery to share what they are eating to recover and to help each other relearn how to eat. All are welcome.

I've been actively trying to lose weight for the past several months and succeeding. Today, however, the number on the scale went marginally up, well within normal daily fluctuation. And I literally look the same. And I'm not a dummy - I know what water weight is, and I know that weight loss is not linear. But my stupid OCD is terrorising me with its obsession that I will start uncontrollably gaining weight no matter how little I eat and become fat, and it uses the number increase as proof that it's right despite me having fulfilled almost all the compulsions it threw at me yesterday. Yes, I ignored some, but gee, with the number of times I've said "this is the last compulsion. those after this don't count" and did some very complex and sometimes unhealthy stuff for this compulsion one would think it would cut me some slack. But it didn't. And now it is screaming at me that the number on the scale will keep increasing no matter what I do, and golly, I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. So now I'm sitting on the couch shaking, drinking my second cup of coffee even though I know caffeine is making my anxiety even worse, but it is more than 2 hours until my next meal and I don't want to get too hungry or go over my caloric limit. I logically understand that I'm being foolish, but the gut feeling that something is horribly wrong is looming over me and I want to cry. Also, I'm cold, probably because the only thing I had today was a very lowcal salad, but maybe because of anxiety as well. And I have an online lesson approaching. And all I wanna do is roll up in a blanket and cry. And also I'm ugly. And fat. And stupid. Fuck my life man.

I asked my bio mom if she and her husband wanted pizza for dinner on my dime, they both said we have leftovers, and now i'm scared to eat anything. I don't want to eat the leftovers because i had some for lunch, but now i don't want to order anything because my bpd/cptsd is acting up and telling me ill get in trouble if i eat anything but leftovers. God fucking damnit