100 Days

This is my first blog and blog post ever, so let's see how this goes. Back in the spring, I was diagnosed with anorexia. After various treatments from partial programs to inpatients, I was admitted into Timberline Knolls, a residential treatment facility in Illinois. I was there for a total of 7 weeks, and it was one of the hardest things I have ever been through, not to mention the 797 miles between me, my family and friends. Even though I struggled a lot there, and was sent to inpatient more than once, there was one thing that gave me a sense of hope.
Every morning at TK, we would have a community meeting, (all of the lodge and staff would talk about community issues, people who were leaving, fun facts, and announcements, on a big white board.) One of the things we did, which has helped me move forward is our sobriety. On the white board was all of the residents names, with different behaviors that we were trying to stop. By my name, was self harm, suicidal ideations, and eating disorder. All the girls would go around asking our community leaders to add a certain amount of days to their name. If they had done the behavior, they would have to go back to zero and start all over.
I eventually got discharged from TK, and even though sometimes its hard to remember and stick with what I learned there on my bad days, one thing that my family and I do is the sobriety. We have our own whiteboard sitting on the kitchen counter, with our names written on it and behaviors like procrastinating, judging others, and of course, the same ones from TK.  Even though sometimes my family will forget about updating their numbers, I do mine everyday. On Monday, I hit my 100th day free from any eating disorder behaviors. I was very excited (that was an understatement) and constantly bombarded my family and friends with the reminder "Guess what day tomorrow is?!" or "OMG its my 100th day!!" I'm pretty sure my mom heard that statement a billion times, but I didn't care, because for once, I was finally proud of myself.
I celebrated that day with my family, and my sister even made a cake. Texts rolled in from various friends congratulating me. I felt  like i had accomplished something in my life, and I knew that I was kicking anorexia's butt. To say the least, it was a day I will never forget.