Round 3 of inpatient eating disorder treatment began in the Fall of 2010. Instead of going to frat parties, pulling all-nighters or UT football games, I spent my days, going from group therapy to group therapy, and watching the clock tick by between our 6 meal schedule every day.
I lived off prunes and Miralax between meals to help with the constipation once more…wore Ted Hose with my daily outfits as my body swelling continued…was prescribed anxiety medication that made me feel completely numb. The clincher? My Russian nutritionist told me one of her top goals was to “give me big breasts like her…” And even though the doctors always told me recovery was “not about the weight,” I couldn’t understand why that always seemed like the #1 priority on everyone else’s agenda?
I could deal with the actual weight gain, but the constipation, bloating, swelling and “feeling flat” did not feel good at all. I spent another 4 months in patient and got out in time to start my spring semester at college. Once more, “better” on the outside, but miserable on the inside.