Preventing a Continuum of Disordered Eating: Going Beyond the Individual

By Shelly Russell-Mayhew, Ph.D., R. Psych.

http://sks.sirs.com/cgi-bin/hst-article-display?id=SNJ1316-0-269&artno=0000268812&type=ART&shfilter=U&key=&title=Preventing%20a%20Continuum%20of%20Disordered%20Eating%3A%20Going%20Beyond%20the%2E%2E%2E&res=Y&ren=Y&gov=Y&lnk=Y&ic=Y

This website is about the psychological side to eating disorders and what can be done about them. It talks about how people need to open their minds to realize that anorexia can’t be cured just by forcing anorexics to eat. It also discusses certain attitudes and behaviors that go hand-in-hand wit eating disorders.

“This article will examine the relationship between body image and eating disorders to further our understanding of the continuum of attitudes and behaviors that lead to disordered eating. To build on the current status of eating disorder prevention, practical strategies focusing on both individual and environmental change will be discussed.”

One Spoonful at a Time – A Mother’s Story of Trying to Treat Her Anorexic Daughter at the Kitchen Table

By Harriet Brown

http://sks.sirs.com/cgi-bin/hst-article-display?id=SNJ1316-0-269&artno=0000256780&type=ART&shfilter=U&key=&title=One%20Spoonful%20at%20a%20Time&res=Y&ren=Y&gov=Y&lnk=Y&ic=Y

            This magazine article is the story of Kitty Brown, a 14-year-old anorexic, and her parents’ search for help. It talks about different methods used as treatment, and some of the possible causes. It especially goes into detail about how families are affected when a member is battling an eating disorder.

Statistics: Eating Disorders and their Precursors

http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=nfh&AN=2W62W61322740870&site=src-live

http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/p.asp?WebPage_ID=286&Profile_ID=41138

            These two websites contain statistics about eating disorders including anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa, and binge eating disorder. The second website contains information on the research funds provided by the National Institute of Health for treatments for eating disorders.

            “Four out of ten Americans either suffered or have known someone who has suffered from an eating disorder.”

Hey, it’s me! Long time, no see. Hahaha I rhymed. =] Just goes to show you can still be a poet even when Creative Writing becomes Speech.

I had planned on continuing my blog after Creative Writing ended, but as you can obviously see, I haven’t, really. I realized at some point that even if I continued my blog, nobody else would continue theirs or read mine, so it’s kind of pointless. But since I’m sitting here in D-12 and Emily and I have already finished the assignment and I have nothing else to do, I figured I’d post. So here I am. Although I guess if you’re reading this I’m not really here, it’s just my words that are left. Wow, cynical, much?

78418 <— courtesy of Tom, who is sitting next to me and randomly playing with my keyboard.

Well…. if it turns out that somebody actually reads this, leave me a comment. Kay thanks bye =]

This room,
although filled with brilliance,
is silent but for the air conditioner
and an occasional sniffle.
Writers and poets scribble ideas,
building foundations for masterpieces.
A whiff of perfume reminds me
of the world outside,
but here, time almost stops,
as the writers weave stories
and the poets paint stanzas,
and the most experienced watches over all,
ready with friendly advice.
As I sit back and see
the staggering talent here,
I cannot help but wonder who,
of this crowd of artists,
will be recognized for their works.
Who among them is best?
And will he or she remember the rest
after their name has become a household term?
But, until that day, they sit together,
in the quiet,
each hoping that inspiration will not
strike anyone else before them,
while I wonder who will get there first.

It is the bane of my existence,

the one thing I honestly hate.

It is the reason for my procrastination,

and it is inescapable.

It is forced upon me by an unforgiving dictator,

and then I am evaluated on its completion.

Why must I endure this torture?

It is torture, for it forces me to reach deep into my memory

and relinquish knowledge.

As much as I don’t want to,

I cannot help it.

I have no choice.

Until finally the torture ends,

and I am given sweet relief,

at least for today.

As you all know, we organized our folders today. While digging through my folder, looking for that darn Character in Drama ditto, I found my Descriptive Story. I think it’s kind of funny, so I thought, “Hey, I should put this on my blog,” since, you know, I don’t really have many creative writings posted. I changed a few things to improve the story, but all-in-all it’s still the same assignment that got me an A. Here we go:

“All right, Amy, this recipe seems simple enough. And mom said that as long as I don’t leave it in the oven too long my lasagna will turn out just fine,” Devany told her roommate.

Amy remained silent, as usual.

“Tonight’s going to be great, just the two of us hanging out at home and relaxing after a long week,” Devany continued as she began putting together the ingredients. “I’ve been craving Mom’s lasagna for weeks, so we can pig out and watch TV all night. I even rented Lady and the Tramp!”

Amy was still silent, but seemed to smile at the mention of their all-time favorite movie.

Devany finished assembling the many-layered lasagna fairy quickly, and put it in the oven, being careful to set the timer. Almost immediately the kitchen was filled with a delicious smell.

“Smells just like heaven,” Devany declared.

Amy also seemed pleased with the enticing smell, although she was as inarticulate as ever.

Just then there was a knock at the door. Amy got up and went to investigate. Devany took off her apron and followed her. Looking through the peephole in the door, Devany was shocked to see a man smiling like an imbecile and holding the biggest check she’d ever seen! She hurriedly opened the door.

“Devany McGeary?” the man asked. There was also a cameraman behind him that she hadn’t noticed before.

“Yes?” Her answer came out as a squeak.

“Congratulations!” he exclaimed. “You’ve won a million dollars!”

“Oh my gosh!” Devany shrieked. “Did you hear that, Amy? We’re rich!”

Amy barked and wagged her tail in reply.

The man looked down. “That’s a cute dog.”

RANDOM NOTE: This is my 23rd post. Although I am getting very annoyed with the 23-obsession, and although it has died down quite a bit, I still had the urge to point that out.

Well it’s only the second day of vacation, but already I’m bored. Yesterday was spent in a lazy fashion (doesn’t that make me sound smart?). I watched TV, blogged, and sent my friend Erika the longest email in the history of emails. And that’s pretty much it.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of stuff I should be doing. Like wrapping Christmas presents, getting ready for the party that my family’s hosting in ten minutes, or starting one of my long-term projects. Or practicing my guitar. But I don’t really feel like doing any of those things.

So since I have so much time on my hands, I decided to read over Mrs. M’s blog. Remember how on the honor roll assignment she said she might count the comments and have a high honor roll? Well, I decided to count them. After I was done with that, I figured I may as well count all the comments people left. Yes, that’s how bored I was. So I made a pretty little spreadsheet on Excel and tallied the comments.

Mike recieved the most comments from the Getting to Know You assignment. Josh got the most for the Book Swap. Andy, Liz, and Sam had a three-way tie for the Movies assignment. Brett had the most for the Honor Roll, and Tom recieved the most comments (assignment-based) total.

Congrats, all of you. If anyone else cares about how many they got or anything, just let me know. =]

Oh, and Mrs. M, I know I can’t exactly do the grading stuff, but if you ever need help counting anything – posts, comments – let me know. Especially during vacations. I’m pretty good at it. =P

Well I gotta go get ready for the aforementioned party. Have a nice day. =]

I love Christmas songs. They’re fun and happy and not overplayed because you only hear them for about a month before the radio stations go back to their usual playlists. All the time recently my friends ask me what my favorite Christmas song is, but it’s hard for me to decide. I love Jingle Bell Rock and Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (gotta love those rockin’ holiday songs =P), but there is one song that’s different from the rest. It’s my mom’s favorite Christmas song too, so that’s where I got it from, I guess.

I didn’t know what it was called until a few days ago, so whenever anyone asked me what my favorite was I would answer, “I don’t know what it’s called. It’s a rap song, but not typical rap – it’s really cute.” Which, of course, just confuses people. So the other day it came on the radio in the car and my mom told me that it’s called Christmas Wrapping. Oh, the irony. I looked up the lyrics online today and discovered that it’s by a group called The Waitresses. I’ve never heard of them, but that doesn’t really mean anything.

 So here are the lyrics to Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses, my favorite Christmas song.

“Bah, humbug!” No, that’s too strong
‘Cause it is my favorite holiday
But all this year’s been a busy blur
Don’t think I have the energy

To add to my already mad rush
Just ’cause it’s ’tis the season.
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left from

Last year, ski shop,
Encounter, most interesting.
Had his number but never the time
Most of ‘81 passed along those lines.

So deck those halls, trim those trees
Raise up cups of Christmas cheer,
I just need to catch my breath,
Christmas by myself this year.

Calendar picture, frozen landscape,
Chilled this room for twenty-four days,
Evergreens, sparkling snow
Get this winter over with!

Flashback to springtime, saw him again,
Would’ve been good to go for lunch,
Couldn’t agree when we were both free,
We tried, we said we’d keep in touch.

Didn’t, of course, ’til summertime,
Out to the beach to his boat could I join him?
No, this time it was me,
Sunburn in the third degree.

Now the calendar’s just one page
And, of course, I am excited
Tonight’s the night, but I’ve set my mind
Not to do too much about it.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I’ll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I’ll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I’ll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I’ll miss this one this year.

Hardly dashing through the snow
Cause I bundled up too tight
Last minute have-to-do’s
A few cards a few calls
‘Cause it’s r-s-v-p
No thanks, no party lights
It’s Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turned down all of my invites.

Last fall I had a night to myself,
Same guy called, halloween party,
Waited all night for him to show,
This time his car wouldn’t go.

Forget it, it’s cold, it’s getting late,
Trudge on home to celebrate
In a quiet way, unwind
Doing Christmas right this time.

A&P has provided me
With the world’s smallest turkey
Already in the oven, nice and hot
Oh damn! Guess what I forgot?

So on with the boots, back out in the snow
To the only all-night grocery,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
In the line is that guy I’ve been chasing all year!

“I’m spending this one alone,” he said.
“Need a break; this year’s been crazy.”
I said, “Me too, but why are you?
You mean you forgot cranberries too?”

Then suddenly we laughed and laughed
Caught on to what was happening
That Christmas magic’s brought this tale
To a very happy ending!

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Couldn’t miss this one this year!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Couldn’t miss this one this year!

Great song, right? If you want to listen to it, go here. Merry Christmas! =]

This is one of my favorite songs. The tune is very simple and it’s just so… pretty. And it’s fun to sing along with. I’m trying to teach myself how to play it on the guitar – I plan on mastering it by this weekend (if I have time). =]

Bubbly by Colbie Caillat
I’ve been awake for a while now
You’ve got me feelin’ like a child now
Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tingles in a silly place

It starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under cover staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore

They start in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

But what am I gonna say
When you make me feel this way
I just- mmm…

It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Where ever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

Dada dada dadada dada dum….

Mmm mm…

I’ve been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
‘Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I’m comfortable enough to feel your warmth

It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
Cause you make me smile baby
Just take your time now
Holdin’ me tight

Wherever, wherever, wherever you go
Wherever, wherever, wherever you go

Well it’s been a fun-filled weekend. Sort of. I got to visit Erika, one of my very best friends in the world, at her new house. She moved there in September, but I didn’t get a chance to see it until yesterday. Unfortunately,  I’ve had this awful cold for a few days now. It’s not just what I usually get – stuffy nose, headache – but also this fun throat thing that makes me cough a lot and has stolen my voice. The last time I lost my voice was years ago, and it only lasted a day. It was actually kind of fun, like a never-ending game of charades. But this time I can talk, I just don’t sound like myself. And I can’t sing. As in, it is physically impossible for me to sing right now.

I didn’t know how often I sang in a day until now. Especially with the hour-long car ride. I always sing along with the radio, even if I don’t know all the words, but this weekend I couldn’t. It was very frustrating, especially since Erika and Stephanie (who was also with us) could still sing, and we played Christmas music all weekend. So I would try, and no sound would come out, and they would laugh at me in the way only best friends can. It was tons of fun.

Moving on… Remember a few posts ago when I said I had a lot of stuff I wanted to write about, but I was afraid I couldn’t remember them all? Well, I started writing a list. That’s right, I have a list of ideas to blog about. And here it is:

1. Thoroughly Modern Millie (the musical itself)
2. Millie auditions
3. random song(s)
4. creative writing prompt
5. Christmas
6. Christmas movies
7. what I want for Christmas
8. the number 23 (and why I’m so sick of it)
9. my favorite fonts
10. Bonesaw (and why it’s possibly the most annoying thing ever) 

I would write about one of the above topics now, but I am much too tired after staying up late last night. Also, I’m hoping that some extra sleep will get rid of my cold. I don’t want to sound weird at school tomorrow! Well, good night. =]

I don’t really know what I want to write about, but I felt like posting. I’ve been reading a lot of blogs today but for some reason I’m having a hard time coming up with comments. The Comment Queen has writers’ block! Oh no!!

So… Millie tryouts are finally over. I’m pretty relieved, and sad at the same time. I know I’m not getting a part, but that’s okay. I’ll still try to be involved. You know, help with sets, go to every rehearsal I can. And it’s good to have the tryout experience so maybe I can do better next year. Hopefully next year’s musical won’t require tap dancing. =]

 5 schooldays left until break. I would be excited except I just realized that I only have like a week left of Christmas shopping – I haven’t even started yet!! And here’s where the anxiety begins…

Hey, I just had a thought. Next year I won’t be in creative writing anymore. ( =[ ) Does that mean I have to delete my blog? I don’t want to lose it! I love my blog. I want to be able to continue it through the summer and next year. And forever. Well, maybe that’s a little unrealistic, but you get my point. Maybe if I can’t keep it here I’ll just move everything to a different site. But that’s not cool – I’ve come to know & love edublogs. *sigh*

I wish I could know what other people are thinking. Not creepy mind-reader stuff, not even details, just… I don’t know. I just don’t understand people sometimes, and it bugs me. Maybe I should take a psychology course. Then I can analyze my friends and freak them out. =P