Recently, I have been trying to instigate a new hobby of mine. I have desperately needed something to fill void that I can not fill with running or working out at the moment. As much as I hate that aspect of recovery, I know that it is necessary. Finding something that distracts me from thoughts of working out and running, and something that fills that spacious void of wanting to feel Gods breeze against me as I run will never be filled by anything else. But in the meantime I am discovering new hobbies, in fact, there is one that I have probably had for quite some time but I supressed.
So, a few weeks ago I decided to give a new idea a try. And let me just say I am happy that I did! I invested in some canvas, paint, and brushes and I finished one painting with another in the works.
The story behind this painting revolves around my recovery process. Each and every aspect has a meaning at this moment in my life. The puzzle piece represents the pieces of the puzzle in my life begining to come together, slowly but surely. Inside, the tree signifies the growth I have experenced the past few years, and especially the past few months. And then the butterfly is significant of recovery from both OCD and eating disorder. I see myself now as finally coming out of the cocoon that I have been in for so long. Through recovery I have been slowly breaking out of that cocoon.
Other than that new hobby, I have been trying to write and journal whenever I feel the need. I am slowly freeing myself from the mental battle with exercise. Although it has gotten much better it is still something I struggle with at times.
Throughout my recovery process, I have learned many, many things. But when it comes to my relationship with exercise, I have learned some very important things. I have learned that taking more than one day off will not cause me to lose my endurance. I have learned that having a week with less exercise is not going to make me fat. At all. That is one of the biggest eating disorder recovery lies, and it is definitely not true. I have learned that exercise does not need to be my main focus in life. It should not cause anxiety if I have a change of plans and cannot run. Exercise had become a chore, something I had to do no matter how exhausted, hungry, or tired I was. It had become an obsession. But now, my outlook has changed. Exercise is now a blessing, something that I am very thankful for. When I do run or workout in any way lately, I enjoy it and I feel good when doing it.
My outlook on a lot of things are begining to change for the better.
Life is getting its color back.