It should have been so easy.
I only needed oatmeal, peanut butter and a loaf of bread (I already had jelly at home), two or three pieces of fruit.
A few things, a few minutes max in Whole Foods. I thought.
It should have been easy, but it wasn’t.
Even after 6 years, this still happens to me.
I walk up to the fresh peanut butter grinders:
Eating Disorder: You shouldn’t eat peanut butter.
Me: But I like peanut butter, and it’s easy to fix.
Yeah, but you know how many calories it has…it’s way too calorie-dense! The amount you would have to eat to equal a substantial serving of protein would have way too many calories.
Fine…but what else could I eat? Maybe a frozen meal? That’s a quick lunch, and it’s not very overwhelming.
Well, yeah, but it’s a lot smaller when you take it out of the box, and you don’t want to spend your calories on that.
AND – look at how much sodium it has! Definitely put that back.
*Sigh* I guess I could get stuff to make a deli sandwich…
But that’s just too overwhelming. I’d have to buy too many things. I’ll just go back to the peanut butter and jelly. I don’t care if it has a lot of calories. It’s cheaper.
OK. 170 calories in 1/4 cup…DRY. Try to picture the amount of peanut butter 1/4 cup of dry nuts would make. Hardly ANY! There’s probably way more calories in that than the jarred kind. So the serving size would have twice as many calories!
After 6 years, recovery is still hard. Not all the time, of course. But sometimes the eating disorder sneaks up and surprises me. It can be like a fly buzzing tirelessly, insistently in my face. It’s hard to brush it away when my spirit is weary.
I spent at least 30 or 40 minutes in the store, traversing the aisles end to end multiple times, while racking my mental recipe index for acceptable lunches. Peanut butter and jelly? Frozen burrito? Pre-fixed salmon salad? Or – leave, and use what I already have at home, eggs and vegetables? No…need that for dinner… ED shot down every idea. Nothing was good enough for him.
Oh, right…because Nothing IS good enough for him.
God’s way out for me this day was a dear friend who works in the deli. She was deeply intent on constructing a great sandwich for a waiting customer. I felt the customer look at me when I walked up to the counter and said, “Bethany – I’m having a really hard time. I’ve been wandering around the store forever. I need you to just tell me what to make for lunch, and whatever you tell me, I’ll buy.”
She suggested sandwiches. Probably because she works in the deli and was making one.
O-KAY! I marched over to the bakery. Then I thought…rolls or sliced bread? Buns? Maybe hot dogs would be better?
It seems so silly in hindsight – what could be easier than a sandwich?! But at the time, I wanted to cry, I wanted the competing voices to stop, I wanted it to be easy so I could go home.
But I was never promised easy.
I was promised grace.
Epilogue: Meredith eventually chooses bread, lunch meat, and a tomato or two. At home, she finds a bell pepper, pickles and some hummus she’d forgotten about. The next day, she makes a sandwich and eats it for lunch.
And this time, she’s surprised by a good thing – how delicious her sandwich turns out to be.
The End