I haven't posted since March due to a variety of reasons but mostly because I just needed to be away from all things ED for a while

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It's been a year since I had my baby (which, in part, triggered my ED after 3yrs behavior free). In December I was at my lowest adult weight and it came to a point where I truly wanted to overcome my ED. There were a lot of ups and downs.
In February things were going fantastically. I was journaling my food intake and gaining slowly but consistantly (no roller coaster up and downs). Things went beautifully for 3 months and then I stopped journaling because I wanted to take the plunge into "normal life". For me, journaling is a tool to help towards recovery but not actual recovery. It gives me the visual of what a day's worth of calories should look like. It also gives me a feel for portion sizes.
For a time things went well. I was eating small frequent meals with good portions sizes. Then the graduation open houses, b-day parties, and holiday weekend came upon me. It also didn't help that I got the flu and couldn't eat solid foods for a week.
Since then my thyroid seems to be a little out of whack (which is normal when I get sick...it tends to fluctuate) and my daughter isn't nursing as much so I'm feeling really hormonal. Having passed my lowest, healthy weight by a few pounds isn't helping either (meaning my BMI is "normal"...which the ED filters through as "fat").
I started exercising last week but then we were hit with a lot of bad weather and I stopped. I'm feeling really heavy and have been restricting (partly on purpose and partly because it's more convenient to not eat due to a lot of summer busy-ness).
I feel mildly depressed...(very mildly...just hormonal blahs) and have no appetite anyway. I've been drinking coffee as a pick-me-up; I've never been a coffee drinker before...only occasionally.
I haven't backslidden entirely. I had a few binges during the various gatherings and some occasional laxative use but I don't feel I'm in the thick, throes of ED. Maybe it's denial, maybe I'm just not far enough in but I can feel myself getting to that place of not wanting recovery.
I look at pictures of myself from December and even though friends and family were making negative and/or concerned comments about my size I want to be that size again. I honestly feel my current weight is too heavy for me...my joints hurt and my clothes don't fit right. I can't stand to look at myself.
It's not all consuming at this point but it's there. I know I need to learn to deal with stress better. I've been taking too much on and expecting too much of myself (type A personality...yaaay for me

). I know exercising would help but it's those blahs again.
Well, really, thanks for listening! I'm sorry I was out of the loop for a while.
Love, Kelly
P.S. I thought of journaling again but I'm really not at a mental/emotional place where it would help...it would just add to my feelings of anxiety and failure.