About me –
Anorexia and I shared space in my world (Ana hogged it 85% of the time…) between the age of 12 and 21. While the onset was pretty sudden at age 12, of course the interchange between “Anorexia Patient” and “Recovered” labels was not an overnight exchange – but I have put it as age 21 as that was the first time I honestly, truly decided for myself (and was not forced) that I wanted to recover. The actual road to recovery was a rocky one but I am happy to report that I have maintained a healthy weight for 5 years now. It’s part of my history, but I don’t allow it to define me. It is what it is. I would rather not have gone through it, but I do try to now focus on all of the lessons that I have learnt and am certainly hoping that some good will come from it via Ana to Athlete. I still refer to it as “Ana”, or the “Ana years”, for many reasons – not as an affectionate thing, more because “Anorexia” sounds so harsh and scary and brings back too many horrid memories. And I guess, because it’s a safer name, with softer connotations – it’s too easy to pigeonhole people with the more formal name when really, no two cases are ever the same and no two people are the same.
What I am these days, is a Physiotherapist, Exercise Physiologist and director of a successful sports physiotherapy clinic with my amazing husband, who is also a physio. I am a 5-time Ironman finisher (and counting), and my favourite thing in the whole world is running – I think my relationship with running is borderline unnatural. But running and I, we have been through A LOT (I started running at the age of 12, so, you know…..we have a bond that is unbreakable!). I have two dogs, love my job, adore traveling and use baking as my therapy (did you think that went away after recovery? Sorry!! Haha). After almost a decade of Ana, you get pretty good at baking, so as a result I now do wedding cakes as a side hobby to Physio when I am not in full Ironman training (random? Extremely. Overachiever much? Yep that sums me up). I also have a small addiction to roses and forster the “nanna” within by sporadically tending to my rose garden.
Life is magical and you are beautiful. Embrace it.