This section of my blog speaks about proper workouts with emphasis on the correct execution of exercises and finding the proper workouts for your body. It includes tips on being safe and making sure you make proper progress through dedication. You can read about the importance of a balanced diet and get lost among yummy cooking recipes.
Zdrav duh v zdravem telesu. Sekcija 'Šport & Prehrana' je namenjena edukaciji o kvalitetnem gibanju, gibalnih vzorcih, treningih, preventive, uravnoteženi prehrani in okusnim receptom.
So this is a post that took me quite some time to write. To even start writing, in fact! It is a super emotional time for me. Three years ago, in February 2016, things started looking really bad for me. I couldn’t eat anymore because of the ulcers that were covering my stomach and esophagus, I was loosing hair and teeth, sleepless nights became a regular, and I was rushing towards my lowest weight. And the real problem? I loved it.
I was so proud I was finally ‘getting somewhere’. What I didn’t realize is the only place I was going was 6 feet under.
A lot of things happened that year, but there is one moment I remember vividly. I couldn’t live in Gorizia with Žiga anymore, because I needed 24/7 care, so he took me back to my mom’s place. It was a warm sunday, I was lying on the couch wrapped up in a fluffy pink blanked, observing what was going on in the garden. I heard birds singing, and there was something so peaceful about the sunlight. I remember lying on my side, trying to find a pulse on my arm and my neck, desperately pressing my cold fingers into my tired skin. My pulse was so low I couldn’t feel my heart beating, and in that moment I knew. If I close my eyes, I die. I knew right in that moment I had a choice: get up and live, or fall asleep and let my heart stop completely.
I got up.
I yelled for mom as loud as I could, I said ‘mom please bring me water and a teaspoon of yogurt!’. The joy on her face was telling me she knew in that moment I chose to live. We both knew I could die, and I would die if I chose to. But I didn’t, I chose life.
The next months were difficult, but I was determined to get better, and I did. With a lot of hard work and dedication I won my life back. And here are the lessons I learned in recovery:
I have learned these seven lessons in the past three years, and the hardest part of embracing these new habits was letting go of my old ones. Even though I wanted them gone, even though I wanted a new life, a life without an eating disorder, it was hard to let go of everything I knew, and take a leap of faith into a new life.
I had no idea what was waiting for me when I let go of my old habits, of my old life, but I knew it could hardly get any worse than it was. I admit, in the beginning I was skeptical, and I’m not sure I believed there was a good life waiting for me some day. But boy was I wrong. Really living these seven ‘commandments’ every day has brought me love, softness, acceptance, and joy. I am no longer a prisoner in my own body, now I am a queen, and my body is a kingdom under my command. I am the sun, I am the moon. I am the sea, and the sky, I am fire and air. I am.
Make sure to check out my latest video where I talked briefly about why I’m scared of a relapse right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzZ13kC-bQE&t=2s
Have a wonderful Monday!
These photos are taken three years apart. I have no words.