I was catching up on some blog reading just now, when I stumbled across this wonderful post from Nattie about all of the ironies in recovery. I can't improve upon what she wrote, so I won't. I'm just going to cut and paste what she said:
Sometimes, recovery is about doing what we KNOW is right, even if it doesn't feel right.
Sometimes, recovery is about tolerating the short-term physical discomforts, in exchange for long-term health.
Sometimes, recovery is about not succumbing to the temptation of disordered eating no matter how tough our day is.
Sometimes, recovery is about pushing ourselves forward even when it's the hardest (but not impossible) thing to do.
Sometimes, recovery is about buying fresh bread just because it comes without a nutritional label.
Sometimes, recovery is about eating out even though there is fear and anxiety.
Sometimes, recovery is about enjoying the company of others, and allowing them to take precedence over food.
Recovering from an eating disorder is often plagued with irony - knowing what we should do but feeling unable to act on them; knowing what's real and yet choosing to believe ED's carefully crafted illusions.
Sometimes, recovery is about learning to love ourselves and realising that we deserve life.