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Anorexia, chocolate, chocolate chips, Cooking, dinner, Food, Grocery store, happy, laugh, Meatball, meatballs, moody, music, snacks
My daughter has been having an extremely rough couple of days with her anorexic thoughts. Although last night she managed to have a wonderful night at an event All Children’s Hospital held, “An Evening Under the Stars.” It was amazing!! She brought her BFF and had so much fun dancing the night away. Her BFF slept over and we all went to a doggy in the park day today. On our way back she expressed how she didn’t want company anymore and told her friend, “Sorry i’m cranky and i want you to go home.” LOL I was shocked, but proud that she had the guts to tell her friend how she felt. I have noticed the past couple of days she has been sad, aggressive, and withdrawn. I stayed quite because i have learned that asking her just increases her anger. I wait for her to say something to me. It has to be the right time for her. I make sure to have plenty of moments alone with her to give her that opportunity.
Tomorrow is back to school time. Back to her snack at the nurses station. Last blog i explained how she refused to eat her snack so i refused to send her to school. She made a comment that she couldn’t wait to go back to school. Hmm..perfect opportunity to talk about her snacks for the week. We went to the grocery store to pick up dinner so i had her pick out a few snacks. She wasn’t very happy about it but did so with not much of a hassle. I went and got the meat i needed to make meatballs, and picked out a few other things and we came home. While we were putting away the groceries i could see the big mean tight lipped look on her face. I went and turned on some music and started singing to the baby (her brother 4 mo) and out loud. I don’t know how a country station got tuned on but i went with it. She turned around and said, “I hate country!” I told her i did to so lets change it. We did and it worked a little i could see her moving to the beat and her tight lips loosened a bit. I called to my husband to come get the baby so i could focus on time with her. We began making the meatballs and she was very brisk about every word she said. When she asked how big i wanted the meatballs i almost felt like i would be in trouble if i answered her. She sounded like a drill sergeant. I simply said lets make them small. At this point i was trying to think of something to lighten the mood so i suggested we put chocolate chips in one meatball and make it slightly bigger than the rest. Right away her eyes lit up and she had the biggest smile. She opened the cabinet and asked if i wanted big chips or small ones…lol We couldn’t wait to see who was going to end up with the CHOCOLATE MEATBALL. Would it be sister, older brother, or dad?? Just when i thought i had her in a better mood she turns around and shouts, OMG, the table isn’t even cleared off yet! I said that’s ok, it will give us an excuse to eat outside tonight. Her mood went right back to happy again. : ) She loves eating outside. She was in a better mood i could tell, but she doesn’t like to show it or should i say ‘give in.’ Even that is a control thing for her. Showing she is happy is somehow forbidden at times. I could tell she was happier though. I know her well.
We all sat down and started to put pasta and meatballs on our plates. Her and I were looking at each other with the biggest smirks trying not to laugh. We watched as her brother grabbed the biggest meatball and cut it open. Right away he yells, what in the world is that! Who put chocolate in the meatballs!?!?! LOL We all had a good laugh. It was nice to see her smile even if it was only briefly.
Her dinner consisted of salad with grapes. I believe her tight lipped anger was from her being hungry and her anorexic thoughts not allowing her to eat the foods she wanted to eat. I don’t believe starving herself is as easy as it seems. I think its extremely difficult.
Later i asked her if she wanted to take the dogs for a walk with me and she did. While we were on our walk she opened up and expressed how difficult things have been for her. Her anorexic thoughts have been tormenting her.
I always know when she needs to talk. I always give plenty of opportunities for her to open up.
I’m far from being a counselor, but i’m close enough to listen.