Life without Anorexia

My motto is
'Dont let the sadness of your past & the fear of your future ruin the happiness of your present'

My life at the moment is completely different to how it once was. I spent 5 years sick with anorexia nervosia and depression as well as struggling with self harm and overexercising. I spent 2 years in different treatment centres.
And since 2012 i have been declared healthy from my eating disorder.

I have been blogging for 7 years, and my whole journey is written in my posts. I now represent healthy and happiness. I want to show anyone struggling that it is possible to recover, no matter how hard it may seem.

I now blog about recovery, my life, veganism and positivity!

If you have any questions leave them in the comment section as i am much quicker at answering there, otherwise you can always send an email: lifewithoutanorexia@hotmail.com

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Day 14. Funniest memory from childhood

Hmmm,

Im sure i have many funny memories from childhood, however there are none that suddenly pop into my head. Alot of my childhood was spent sick or in hospital so i mean it wasnt so much fun and games.

But one memory which i do have which i find is quite funny - though if you are sensitive to certain things you might want to skip reading.

In ireland we had hens and my mum used to like to let them out of their pen so that they could run around free and lay their eggs (then each morning we would go running around the big feild trying to find the eggs... i.e an egg search almost everyday, hahah!) However soon the hens just became a smaller and smaller group as there was also foxes and badgers roaming the feilds.
  So one morning when i was out running around, searching for eggs. I found a hen without its feathers and it was covered in red spots so i thought it had chickenpox! So i picked it up and ran all the way home and was crying and told my mum that the hen had chicken pox. My mum was both shocked and found it funny - as she has told me in afterhand (I didnt see any of that at the time as i was 4/5 years old).
   My mum wrapped the chicken in a cloth, told me that she was going to look after it but then a few hours later we had this really fancy burial for the chicken!! I had picked flowers and everything.


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