Pain Au Fuck-You

Yesterday, a colleague (awesome Irish chica) was telling me all about this secret blog she wants to start to document her shit - I obviously told her about this blog and kinda all about it - I mean, it's been five years now? I probably have gone completely off piste at times talking about way more than just the eating disorder stuff that I started this blog for, although. It has been a constant for me in a lot of ways. The eating disorder. 

I went out with a friend last night - not someone I know very well though and we got onto the eating disorder piece. It's difficult to explain to people who don't understand, especially if you use the word functional alongside it. He seemed to think that the obsessiveness of calorie counting could never be functional. To me, comments like that just ignore how normal that kind of behaviour is for people like us - ingrained. And honestly, I don't think it's quite as time consuming as the way that obsessive gym freaks and nutrition nazis do it. 

One of the things weirdly that came up twice yesterday from two different people, this friend of mine being one, is pastries. I have never eaten a Cinnabon, a cinnamon roll, a danish, a pain au chocolate, a pain au anything for that matter. The most I've ever had is a croissant (which I love). And I don't have any intention of ever eating pastries. It's a scary food for me, as is cake. And I'd prefer to rather stay away from it than develop a taste for it and then want it. I dunno, scary foods... I know I'm not the only one with these things... 

Anyway, in a long roundabout way. Everyone who reads this is awesome and I've known some of you from the very beginning and you're fucking awesome. You know who you are... 

Peace & Love 

Xo Xo