Minimalist

I was reading Kim's blog and she had a great definition of what anorexia meant to her.

"To me, anorexia is a disease of the soul. The self-denial and restriction spill over to all areas of life, and food becomes just another metaphor, hinting at something much deeper and more profound."

I thought this was a really good explanation of what it means to me also.
She also wrote about what recovery means to her. Recovery is about learning that I deserve things and that it is okay to want. Want things for my life, for me, not for what my disease says to do.

"Recovery is about learning to want again. I've had to experiment with wanting. Dabble in it, so to speak. It hasn't felt natural. When I go out to eat and someone says they're "craving" something or "can't resist" something, these concepts are foreign to me. I want to ask, "What the hell is that like?" I've lived according to so many rules that I've muted wanting over the years. I've feared my wants, banned them from my mind, convinced they would overtake me, lure me into a state of overindulgence and -- shudder -- chaotic loss of control. I've had a very plain existence, with structure and limitations."

Less clutter, less chaos, more control.
Temptation, clutter, unease.