I tossed the idea for this post around for weeks. I almost don’t feel right talking about it because really, I have no “reason” to get anywhere near disordered eating. I am naturally thin, and I always have been.
The more I read about disordered eating, though, the more I see people who we would classify as “thin” struggling with this. The truth about any kind of “disorder” is that it can happen to anyone. You don’t need to be a certain “kind” of person to suffer from something like depression, and you don’t have to be a certain weight to suffer from strange, abnormal, obsessive habits and behaviors that we have come to call disordered eating.
Recently, I spent time briefly discussing “ideal weight” with one of my friends, Meghann. Meghann is a registered dietitian and sports nutritionist (also, another BA mother runner, and you can find her here on Instagram and on her website).
I was curious: If I sat at the same number on the scale for at least a month, would the perpetual number that didn’t change be considered my ideal weight?
I explained to Meghann that I was “eating like crap.” She explained that it could take a few weeks for changes to show on the scale, but I was about 4-5 weeks into my “crap eating” phase.
Two days after this conversation, I realized I lost two pounds. How could this happen if I was eating so terribly AND not working out (marathon recovery + surgery = couch)?
What she said next may have been a much-needed turning point in how I think about food, my own eating, and what constitutes “crap.”