So I was going to write a Harry Potter post, but I decided this was more important. (Harry Potter post coming later, promise!)
I recently read an article in Psychology Today magazine (absolutely brilliant! I recommend that you check it out, even if you aren't a psych major) about how relapse can actually help an addict--how it's a good thing, and totally normal on the road to recovery.
Now, I'm no coke addict, but I consider my overeating an addiction. And considering the past month or so, I know a thing or two about relapse. Here's how my last couple weeks have been going:
I tumble off the Bandwagon:
Then I'm like, "Hi Bandwagon!"
And Bandwagon is like:
Suffice it to say that I have relapsed into lazyness and overeating for much longer than I'd really care to admit. But what this article made me realize is that sometimes it's a good thing. I've learned to control my impulses more--so even when I'm not watching what I'm eating, I'm still eating better than I would have just six months ago. I've learned that eating shitty food makes me sluggish; it makes me want to be even lazier.
So I've learned, through relapse, what not to do. And what I should be doing. And I've seen that I can pick myself up and start over. Relapsing once doesn't mean that I'm hopeless - it means that I'm human.
With this knowledge, go forth, friends. No matter what you're relapsing on, nor how long you've been relapsing, you can get up. You can get yourself back on track. Don't let one bad decision turn into another because you think you've blown it all--you're never ruined.
