Welcome to Cait Plus Ate (full name credit goes to my witty friend Rachel), a place for me to share my musings about all things food (restaurants, nutrition, daily eats, recipes, products), fitness, fashion, marketing (especially social media), books, and just life-related in general! I hope you stick around
I’m a 25 year-old girl in the full-time working world, and I completed my MBA at the University of Hartford in May 2013. I graduated from UConn in May 2011 with a major in Marketing and minors in Communications and Statistics. I recently achieved my dream of being a marketer in the food & beverage world; I am now employed as Director of Digital Marketing & E-Commerce in the wine industry! My new job recently took me from my parents’ home in CT to my own place in Boston. And I’m loving it!
I used to be the pickiest, most mundane eater of all time. My relatives always joked that I only ate things that were white or tan – aka any white carb imaginable (Wonder Bread junkie), lots of peanut butter (two crust-less sandwiches every day for lunch until post-high school), any potato starch (fried? baked? mashed? yes please), and SWEETS (vanilla, and eventually warmed up to chocolate, though even that took some time). Like we’re talking, the only veggie I’d touch was a carrot and the only fruit I’d ever dream of eating was a banana. Oh, and I wouldn’t even consider trying any meat til age 15 when I took a bite of my first burger (and yes, my family took a photo).
But once I got to college and had unlimited dining hall access, and a job at UConn’s Student Union Food Court, I started trying more foods. Only greasy or sweet ones, mind you, but still more. Wings, where were you all my life? Cream cheese muffins, why weren’t we friends before?
So I gained a little weight (I was never overweight, just your typical freshman fifteen). Junior year was when I started taking an interest in the lighter side of things. My mom has always been into healthy dishes, and once I started trying her versions of meals I realized that healthy doesn’t have to mean tasteless. Healthy can mean SO many delicious things, like the foods I love now: huge salad, cottage cheese + fruit combos, beans, Mediterannean fare, veggie pizza, and SO much more. I also got into working out thanks to my college’s awesome group fitness programs.
The summer after junior year I broke up with my college boyfriend and threw myself deeper into food and fitness. My intake kept decreasing and my workouts were getting longer and more intense. I ended up with a mental rule that I had to do 200 minutes of cardio per week…but I only counted balls-to-the wall cardio toward those 200 minutes. Soon I was eating coffee with a splash of skim for breakfast, a small salad for lunch, a piece of fruit as a snack (maybe), and a small protein-and-veggie only dinner. I am 5’5″ and by the time I started my senior year in late August 2010, I weighed about 98 pounds. I’d had a “magic number” of 120 pounds, but by the time I got there I still didn’t like how I looked and was addicted to the high I got from seeing my weight go down.
It wasn’t until I lay in bed sobbing over eating a kid size scoop of ice cream on a family vacation that I realized I had a problem…so I asked for help. It only took a couple of appointments with a therapist to receive a diagnosis of anorexia.Threats from my doctor of having to take a break from college in my senior year (to do in-patient treatment) are honestly what got me to gain a few pounds and get above that life-threatening low weight. I can’t say enough good things about my school’s mental health programs…I had access to a nutritionist, group therapy, and individual therapy, which enabled me to get the treatment I needed without taking a semester off. But my battle was just beginning. \
Though three years later (oh my has it really been that long?) I am at a weight that my doctor is happy with, I know I’m still in recovery. I am not at all recovered. I need to fix my relationship with food and fitness. I started this blog to embrace my passion for both, ESPECIALLY restaurants. A special restaurant is enough to enable me to lose myself in the moment and enjoy a meal without wondering how the food/drinks will change my body. I may dwell and beat myself up afterward, but during a magical meal at that perfect restaurant, I can escape.
I slowly started opening up about my eating disorder because I started feeling like a fraud. I put myself out there as a girl who was going on foodie adventures without a care in the world. That couldn’t have been farther from the truth and even today, I still experience anxiety with every rest day, every meal I eat out, every cocktail I may drink. But I’m DOING more than I ever did since I was first diagnosed.
But that’s what recovery is…it’s doing what you’re uncomfortable with over and over until you realize it won’t be the end of the world. This blog, and support I get from other bloggers, are helping me on that journey. I’m inching along and I know there’s more I have to work on. But I hope to share those goals as I go to hold myself accountable, because every little bit of strength helps in something as hard as recovery from an eating disorder.
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