Sherpa Shenanigans

I realize a lot of my posts tend to focus on exercise and athleticism but this is currently what I find myself most wondering about. I find myself trying to better understand what a runner is . When I completed inpatient treatment, I was told to take running out of my vocabulary. I remember it so clearly and remember thinking, okay I was not a runner and I am not a runner. I pulled off my numerous marathon bumper stickers off my 2002 Jetta and said I would never be a runner again. The tears poured down my eyes as I felt my identity being ripped from my hands. According to the specialists, running was my addiction. For those suffering with drugs, we tell them to stay away from anything drug related. Don't hang out with those old friends, don't go down those street, don't go to the bar. Difficult but depending on your motivation, definitely doable. The experts tell me I must regulate my exercise and find a healthy have medium with it all. So, unlike other addictions, I c...

As I sit down to write this post, posting it to the general public makes me nausea with fear. I have read other's blogs about this topic and always felt a mix of awe and shame for them. Sharing such private intimate details to the public opens you up to a lot of criticism , judgement and also in way makes you more accountable. However, recently I have been able to witness some incredible acts of courage in that people took chances to allow themselves to be more vulnerable. Feeling strength from their energy and in the spirit of NEDA (National Eating Disorder Awareness Month), I want to share my story. “ To get something you have never had you must do something you have never done." I have created a life for myself which has many separate identities. Danielle, the therapist. Danielle, the friend. Danielle, the teacher. Danielle, the athlete. Never allowing pieces of my past slip into my current life. Many people in my life now do not associate me with an eating ...