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PRESALES NOW AVAILABLE!

It’s finally here – the opportunity for you to support me in getting my story out into the world!

CLICK HERE TO ORDER YOUR COPY & SHARE MY CAMPAIGN!

My story is a first-hand account of living with bulimia nervosa but it is so much more than that. My life is very ordinary – nothing special – yet through circumstances both societal and familial I grew up with great self-loathing and this matured into a complex eating disorder.

Stalked by Demons | Guarded by Angels: The Girl with the Eating Disorder explores themes of body image, depression, anxiety, disordered eating and the cultural expectation for women to be young and beautiful.

THIS IS A WINDOW INTO A WORLD SO MANY WOMEN WILL RELATE TO

I invite you to look at my campaign, subscribe to it, share it, and if you would consider it – preordering a copy so I can get this message out into the world.

Will you think about it? Check out the campaign and please consider supporting me in this journey!

LAUNCHING!

Over the past two years, I have been penning words and putting together my memoir – Stalked by Demons | Guarded by Angels: The Girl with the Eating Disorder. Click the link for a sneak preview!

I AM NOW AT THE SCARY END OF THE PROCESS

I never thought I’d say this, but writing the memoir was the easy bit. For a long time, I felt I wouldn’t publish but then I received feedback like…

A somewhat harrowing, rollercoaster read. This is a no-holds-barred memoir and Simone has been brave. It’s a gripping opening emotionally.  Very succinct and descriptive. The imagery is evocative.  

Your writing is superlative!

Incredibly believable, totally vulnerable and I would suspect, relatable to those who suffer from similar afflictions.

Your writing style makes this such an engaging read.

Poignant themes of grief, hope and recovery may be relatable to anyone going through similar experiences.

 BLOODY WELL DONE, Simone. You are a star. A superstar.

So with that kind of response, I was inspired to publish.

A little part of me believes my book was meant to be shared with the world, so to that end, I have decided to do a presales crowdfunding campaign through publishizer. All presale funds go towards the publishing costs. As publishizer is associated with a great many publishers, if the campaign is successful enough I will hook myself up with a publisher and see how it goes from there.

NOW YOU, MY DEAR FRIEND, ARE THE OPPORTUNITY I NEED

By purchasing a presales copy you will assist me in establishing the funds to publish the book and also demonstrate to publishers there is sufficient interest in my memoir. And why wouldn’t there be?! My story is interesting but not unique – women (and men) everywhere are subject to issues of body image and comfort eating. And mental health struggles are becoming a global phenomenon these days. A lot of us don’t know how to look after ourselves.

So, if you’re not already on my email list, I would encourage you to sign up for presales information and over the next week, I will launch the campaign and let you know all the details! This book might change your life.

What have you got to lose folks?!

OVERCOMING MY ENVY & ACCEPTING INSOMNIA

I’ve developed sleep envy. These days I have well-medicated and pretty well-managed insomnia, but I am still painfully jealous of those who drift into a peaceful slumber with nothing more than a contented sigh.

My 87-year-old father is staying with me at the moment. He sleeps 15 hours a day. Now, I realise he’s old and the elderly sleep a lot, but still – that is a lot of rest. And the reality is, he’s always slept well. He lays his head upon a pillow and slips into sleep. He falls asleep on trains, planes, and automobiles. He once fell asleep while teaching a student how to play the flute. He is good at sleeping.

My 58-year-old husband nods off at the drop of a hat. He lays down, strapped to his sleep apnoea mask, and falls asleep. Just like that. He can come home from work and sit in his comfy armchair, close his eyes, and have a nap. He can be woken by the cat crawling into his lap then fall asleep again in under a minute. How is this possible?

I am so jealous.


To continue reading please visit:

https://insomnia.sleep-disorders.net/living/overcome-envy/


Image and links courtesy of Health Union and https://insomnia.sleep-disorders.net

THE PRINCESS & THE PILLOW: FINDING THE PERFECT LINEN FOR A GOOD NIGHT’S REST

I’m fussy.

I’m not fussy with food, weather, traffic or coffee. I’m fussy with pillows. And bedsheets.

My husband knows the first thing I’ll do upon arrival at a hotel room is slide my hand between the sheets.

“They’re scratchy,” I’ll say, with a disheartened moan.

“Anything under three million thread count doesn’t cut it,” he says, with a resigned sigh.

Dreaded hotel linen

Then I press my hand into each of the pillows and bemoan the fact they’re too soft. Too firm. Too high. Too low. Too scratchy. Too wrong.


To continue reading please visit:

https://insomnia.sleep-disorders.net/living/linens-pillows/


Image and links courtesy of Health Union and https://insomnia.sleep-disorders.net

WELL THAT WAS THE SHITTEST YEAR EVER

On a personal and a global level, I think it can be categorically said, 2020 was a really, really shit year.

Globally, COVID-19 came along and ruined things for everybody. Could anybody have predicted such a shocking thing to happen to the entire world? With so much loss and fear and sadness? It’s one of those things we think will never happen in our lifetime. But it did.

On a personal level, I went from living in a bubble of pure happiness at the start of the year to sinking to unfathomable depths by March. It’s been a long crawl out.

This time last year I was sitting on a rock with my new-found daughter, declaring 2020 to be a life-changing year. Life-changing for the better – one of my best years ever. And I really believed it would be.

HOW WRONG I WAS

When I left the clinic, I dreamed of flying to the UK to wrap my arms around my beautiful girl. I even had the financial means to do so. COVID destroyed that. Now I secretly wonder if we’ll ever be let out of Tasmania again – let alone Australia.

But despite the really shit stuff, 2020 has brought me some good things too. Here are ten things that are worth remembering this year.

  1. I won a travel writing competition and spent a weekend at Low Head with my husband. We were given a most delightful afternoon tea then spent several days stopping to photograph random things like cows, cups of tea and boots hanging from a tree. Then I wrote all about it. It was awesome.
  2. My bathroom is gutted and I painted all our doorframes white. This might not seem like much of a good thing, but it’s exciting for me. I’ve dreamt of having a bath in my house for nearly 20 years now. Renovations are a very s…l…o….w process at our place. So the painting of the doorframes, the gutting of the bathroom and the purchase of a new bath is a huge step in the right direction.
  3. My four boys are all extremely settled in their work and study and relationships. And due to COVID, they’re all living in Tasmania again. Maybe this isn’t a big deal, and maybe things will change, but mothering is the key theme of my life and seeing all my boys happy and settled is deeply satisfying.
  4. My kitchen has more stuff. I got new mugs that are like buckets for my frequently consumed cups of chai tea. And we finally have enough dessert spoons to complete my cutlery set.
  5. My book is ready for the next step. While COVID has meant it won’t be picked up by a mainstream publisher, I now have the opportunity to self publish which will mean a much greater return when – not if – it’s published. I really have a great belief (as do many people) in my memoir and I intend to publish. I’m doing a lot of the groundwork now and will most likely be crowdfunding soon. Watch this space. You too could have the opportunity to support this worthy cause.
  6. I got a job. Not a regular job, but then I guess I’m not a regular person. But I’m now paid to write articles about insomnia and if there’s one thing I am an expert in, it’s not sleeping. Making a small financial contribution to our family has had a huge positive impact on my mental health.
  7. My husband got a new timing belt and clutch on his beloved Coupe Fiat 20VT Plus and got the turbocharger sorted out. This means absolutely nothing to me but it makes him very happy. And that brings mutual happiness for us both.
  8. I have been given the gift of time with both my father and my cat. They should be dead now. Dad was told he only had weeks left and my cat’s head got run over. But with much prayer, miracles have occurred. Dad has gone home to see out his days and my cat has been made almost whole. Whole enough he still purrs and we still get to cuddle him – wonky head and all.
  9. I got a life size toy wombat for Christmas. That really needs no further explanation.
  10. I have found true recovery. The road I have searched for and tentatively touched for the past five years is now solidly beneath my feet. It took a suicide attempt and two months in a psychiatric clinic screeching like a feral cat and two more months of wobbling around on my feet, but I have not felt this strong and this well for more than five years. Since 2012 really.

So even in the worst of times, there are good moments and positive outcomes. No matter the darkness of the day, it is always worth remembering that.

THE WEIGHT GAME

I’ve had an eating disorder my entire life. Or at the very least… I’ve had disordered eating my entire life. From the day my mother put me on a diet at four weeks of age.

I’ve been actively seeking eating disorder recovery for over five years now. It’s very hard to pinpoint the day when I started to try and get better – I never chose to get worse – but a ballpark figure of seeking help is five years.

I’ve been recovering for six months now. Just over. And I guess the difference between actively seeking recovery and actually recovering is the associated behaviours. It may seem blindingly obvious, but changing eating disorder behaviours is really fucking hard. It’s taken me years of psychological therapies to put into practice the very things that made perfect, logical sense the entire time. But here I am – consistently putting stuff into practice for six months now. More if you count my time in the clinic where I was forced to be healthy.

SO WHAT’S THE PROBLEM THEN?

The problem is weight gain. And it’s a very fine line to tread. The greatest fear for most eating disorder patients is gaining weight – and for many of us it becomes inevitable once we start recovering.

Actively trying to lose weight is the antithesis of eating disorder recovery. You cannot recover from disordered eating behaviours while trying to lose weight. You just cannot. It is impossible. So doing the “right” thing means letting go of weight-loss strategies – even the healthy ones. No intermittent fasting or low carb or avoiding all chocolate or converting to veganism. These things may be fine and dandy for mainstream dieters (or not fine and dandy – it’s not for me to judge), but for those of us with eating disorders, it’s a recipe for disaster.

THERE IS NO HEALTHY DIET IN RECOVERY

For me, this has meant weight gain. For a lot of people this means weight gain. As a woman in a western country, weight gain is really hard to take. We are a thin obsessed society and despite the best efforts of the body positivity movement, living in a larger body is difficult. But at the moment, my choices are to live in a larger body or to stay in eating disorder land. There is no in-between. Weight gain is quite often a natural consequence after years of binging, purging and restricting. The poor old body doesn’t know if it’s Arthur or Martha and it certainly can’t rely on a consistent source of nutrients – so it clings to those that it gets.

And the mental angst of denying desirable foods takes a long time to heal. Giving “permission” to eat is counter-intuitive for someone with an eating disorder. We never give ourselves permission to eat. This is why there is a strong emphasis on the fact that food is simply food – not good or bad. Not to be avoided. Just eat food. Whatever you feel like.

AND SO I’VE EATEN WHATEVER I FELT LIKE

Now I’ve gained weight and I need to be okay with that. I’ve bought new clothes so I’m not squishing my larger body into smaller body outfits – because that just makes me feel worse. A new frock in a new size makes me feel a million dollars.

BUT WHAT IF I WANT TO LOSE WEIGHT?

I’m currently trying to find the happy medium between accepting myself as is, right now, while still hoping for weight loss. And this has messed with my head. I know how to lose weight. We all know how. But changing that mindset is heading back down the rabbit hole and I don’t like being a rabbit.

I have been arbitrarily trying to find new ways of eating that will balance eating disorder recovery and weight loss. But I know these two things cannot coexist. It is particularly difficult over Christmas because overeating is such a common occurrence for all of us. I have eaten too much in the past week – although I have not eaten nearly as much as in past years. And I certainly haven’t compensated for my food intake by restricting, purging or trying to “walk off” the calories – which is an utterly pointless exercise.

As the dust settles from the explosion of Christmas overconsumption, I find myself needing reminders of how far I have come. Eating more food than normal has pressed my binging buttons and a little wants to become a lot. Then the thoughts of compensatory behaviours start flooding in and resisting the urge is not pleasant. I am finding I am not at peace with my body and my relationship with food, and this is something for me to work on.

When I started writing this post I was going to cleverly explain how I can combine weight loss with healthy eating while avoiding recovery relapse. But as I unpack my thoughts, I realise that’s impossible.

I AM WHAT I AM

Whether I’m living in a smaller body or a larger body is irrelevant. The only person who really judges it is me. Anyone else who judges my body is not worthy of my attention.

Eating disorder recovery requires constant reaffirmation of the reason behind recovery. I do not ever want to return to the mental anguish I was in. And if that means buying an entire new wardrobe of comfortable pants, then so be it.

If settling into new behaviours becomes normal and comfortable and my body eventually slims down naturally, then so be it. If it doesn’t, well that’s going to be okay. It takes a lot of psychological therapy and hard work to get comfortable with the skin I’m in, but I’ve been doing the work for five years now. I won’t play the weight game any more.