So, yeah. That was quick, right?
I thought that, since I’m on vacation, I should use my time to write a bit more. Here we go, then!
The last three days were absolutely amazing.
Well, at least the last two. I don’t really remember exactly what I did on Monday, hehe. (Oh, the the joys of being school-free…)
Let’s just skip to Tuesday. First, I started off my day with a wonderful Yoga class with Ana, a spanish old lady who actually inspired my Mom to be a Yoga teacher/instructor. It felt great, and it was the first time I did not sleep on the last part of the class (when she makes us all lay down, close our eyes and relax? A great opportunity to take a nap, if you ask me. Haha)
Later on, by 6pm, I left the house and went to my friend Gabs’ “play”. It was actually a bunch of small scenes together, all of them written by Tablado’s students. It really fun, I have such a talented friend! She has a gift for acting, I’m sure of it :)
After watching her, me and a few friends decided to go out to “celebrate”. I was a bit uncertain, since it was already past my dinner time and Mom had told me that when I got back we’d go out to eat at a restaurant near my house (where I usually order a big bowl of salad). Leaving would be the easy option. I was ready to say goodbye to my friends and walk to the bus stop, when something hit me.
WHY WAS I LEAVING?!
I mean, I could sure go back home and spend time with Mom. But I do this everyday! Being with my friends is something that makes me feel good about myself. I feel great around them. So why was I trading my friends for MORE “me-time”? I spend the last two weeks in my room, reading blogs, leaving the house occasionally. After all I said the last time (that I was trying my hardest to beat-up ED), I would really just chicken out and embrace tha “safer” option? Surrender to ED?!
NO. I won’t do this. NOT AGAIN.
Those were the words that popped into my head, all of a sudden. And then it hit me – if I went home, ED would win. I’d be trading my friends and the pizza place they were about to go to for my Mom and a salad. But I want to win! I WANT TO be normal. Eat pizza. Laugh with my friends. Be stress-free. Care-free.
So I went for it. I called Mom, and asked her what to do (I wasn’t so convinced that I was doing the right thing at that time). I told her, honestly, that I had no money but I really wanted to stay. Gabs and her Mom heard me and said money wouldn’t be a problem, that she’d pay for all of us. Mom said I should stay, and that she’d pay me a cab on my way back. I smiled, and we left to the pizza place.
We went to an “All You Can Eat” pizza&crepe place. At first, it was obviously not fun hearing my friends laugh and say: “I’ll give you five dollars if you eat 5 slices or pizza. Pepperoni ones. And chicken+catupiry ones. No, ok. Two and a half slices. I doubt it. I’ll give you 10 dollars…”
So, yeah… That goes on and on. But when we actually started talking about other stuff, it was fun. I struggled quite a bit, to be really honest. They offered me a slice of a margheritta crepe, and I said a weak “ok”. I grabbed my fork and knife and started slicing it so bite-sized slices. Nobody was watching me – they were all laughing and chatting. I took the first bite, then-
WOW. It was GOOOD.
The last time I ate a real mozzarella-filled crepe was, what? Two years ago?
Later on, they served us shrimp+leek crepes. I took a small slice, and ate it. I took off the shrimp – it tasted off and uncooked… and did not want my first pizza-place experience in years to be a total fail – and ate all the rest. I was proud.
The rest of the night was smooth. I laughed, talked, made fun of the boys, discussed Gabs’ exchange to Australia and made vacation plans. So nice.
Was it easy? NO.
But I decided to face my fears.
I did it.
And I’m pretty proud of myself.
Thanks for reading and for all the sweet comments, guys!
You guys are the best.
Love you all!