It's the simple.

It was just another beautiful day for my son and I. I ran 10 miles that morning and taught Buti Yoga. Whistler and I already had this plan of me walking and he biking home from work afterwards. Its the simple things such as this that remind me of why I chose recovery from my eating disorder. Why I chose to commit to my son the moment I found out I was pregnant with him, to choose Recovery.
I never thought I would be able to stand here today and have said I am recovering from Bulimia. Not in my wildest thoughts would I have imagined speaking my truth to myself and definitely not to you who read this. As I write I am able to remember this day so clearly. Unlike many memories I have, this one is real and alive to me. I do not look at the picture and criticize my appearance, no not at all. I look at this picture and remember how much fun it was for us to be together and see Nick (daddy) come around the corner on his bike to say goodbye to us for the day. Whistler went to work with his daddy at the Bike Shop that morning while I was teaching. Nick was out test riding a bike and saw us on the road. It made Whistler so happy to have his dad see him biking.
It's memories like this that I long for, that I hope to create more of. My memories typically consist of not the fun that I might have had with my family or my friends, but more likely to consist of negative thoughts that were involved with the Bulimia. Thoughts about my appearance and how much I weighed or what I wore that day. Thoughts about starving myself before going out with friends or how many times did I throw up that day before going to the movies. My thoughts were tainted and stressed out. They were not pleasant, not appropriate.
This is why I am so thankful for the simple things in my life. I am able to appreciate them for all that they are and not what for what I thought they were. Life is so much clearer when the thoughts that befriended my Eating Disorder no longer control my mind. My negative thoughts try to sneak in there every now again, but I have to show them I am stronger than those thoughts.
We continued walking/biking home with a few water stops along the way. Oh and a small snack break under a big shady tree. Whistler had biked about a mile before he starting wishing we took the car home. His little 4 year old legs were getting tired and yes it was an extremely hot and sunny day in Kona. Whistler hung in there for another half mile slow and steady and completely sweaty by the time he rode into our driveway.
We went straight inside and made FREEZING cold smoothies...