I ate a cho and I liked it

It's been a while!  That's actually not a terrible thing....I find that I post less when I'm in a good place, so yay!  I know I still need to be updating, at least for gratitude lists or whatever.  But anyway, I had an amazing day today, so I thought I'd write about it.  I'm going to tie recovery into the post too somehow.
Let's back up a week or so.  Actually, give me one second to read my last post so I don't repeat myself...

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Oh yeah!  ED anger and dissociated what-the-fucks!  There we go.  So, 2 weeks ago was my future sister-in-law's bridal shower.  It was so awesome to hang out with the bridal party, I'm really excited to be with all of them.  Next stop, bachelorette party!  I got 2 attendance points taken away for calling off work to be there, but family comes first.

Hmm not much else has happened...Still kicking ass and taking names at work, even with the load of pressure dropped on me.  I'm very impressed with myself; old Julie would be broken and probably back in the hospital by now.  Woohoo for recovery Julie!

I had my session with Mark on Wednesday, and it was almost a 45 minute chat about life; no catastrophes, no drama (no BIG drama, anyway), no slip-ups to confess to.  It was really cool to go in and not have to whine or cry or change subjects, just talk about life and work and boybands.  Quality therapy.  It was a very expensive chat--let's be real here--but aside from that, cool.

I guess that brings me to today.  I feel so good about today!  I dunno.  Anyway, Kristin took the train out today, where I picked her up and we drove to TK for the closing festivities of Eating Disorder Awareness Week, which included a CRAZY and HILARIOUS...what shall we call it...show?? by the dietitians and ED specialists, they danced and Terese sang "I ate a cho and I liked it" to the tune of Katy Perry's song...oh my god, dying, it was so funny.  Then there was an alumnae panel Q & A, which was kinda cool, despite the whole you-don't-need-to-go-to-12-step-groups parts.
After that, we went to visit Roseann, then went to the alum dinner.  Panera Mediterranean veggie sandwich...DELICIOUS.  When that ended, we realized it wasn't even 7:00 yet, so we went out to hookah, SOBER, so that she could see what a good time looked like in recovery.  It was really awesome to hang out with her outside the white fence, we talked a lot, and I just feel awesome.

Oh and hey, it's March.  This is a big month for me.  March 18 will be the anniversary of my last suicide attempt, and also marks my last hospitalization.  A whole year!!  I know I spent over 4 months of that in treatment...but I absolutely could have broken and been sent to the hospital from there, so, yeah...pretty fucking proud of myself right now.

I've been self-harm and purge-free for over a month now.  Recovery is fucking awesome, dude.  It's a "high" that lasts forever, so much better than any other, artificially/physically induced high, with none of the side effects :)  I'm going to make this last.  And if I slip?  That doesn't mean it went away, or that it stopped.  I just work my way back up, and it's still there.