What IF: I wrote a blog post every day, even if I had "nothing" to say?

I had an idea for a series this morning as I was on my way to school, that I think I am going to try to carry out.

It was, in part, inspired by one of my favorite blogs, Medicinal Marzipan, and "What If Wednesdays". 

I was thinking this morning about how frustrated I am that I don't write here enough. I always have things going through my mind during the day that seem important, or that I want to share, but I usually don't post them because I either:

a) Don't think that I will be able to form my ideas into a "meaningful" or coherent blog post.

b) Fall asleep (we'll get to that later in this post...)

c) Don't think my ideas "count" as good enough to be put into a blog post

Anyway, the moral of the story is, my blog usually gets neglected because of my perfectionism. shocker, eh!?

This is not an original phenomenon for either bloggers or eating disorder recoverers. (Yes, i'm officially dubbing "recoverers" a word, deal with it)

I decided that all of this mumbo-jumbo self-doubt is really doing me & my blog more harm than good. I thought that I might as well challenge myself, and see how things go.

So. Here is my challenge. I am going to write a blog post every day for a week. No. Matter. What.

It doesn't matter if i don't think I have anything interesting to say. No great revelations or insights or topics of discussion.

It doesn't matter if i don't have any cool pictures to share, quotes to reflect on, yadda yadda yadda.

I'm just gonna do this for a week and see where i end up, where the blog ends up. I think it'll be a challenge for me, and definitely a big F^%# you to my perfectionism, but that's what recovery's all about, right?

Tonight's a perfect example of a night that rose wouldn't write a blog post. 

I came home (from a dentist appointment, yuck!) and legit PASSED OUT, DEAD at like 6 pm. 

I had this terrible, terrible nightmare about the holocaust ( I know, don't ask me why) and then something about being the only person left on earth (with my mother, of all people) and it just lasted forever and then next thing I knew, I shot up awake at 10 pm drooling (gross, sorry) and sweating and totally disoriented. 

It was some scary shit. And of course, I hadn't done any of my homework and  I was just totally out of it. Who wants to write a blog post on a night like that?!

But the thing is, I think it's good for me to be writing now. I can't always wait for the perfect moment to write. It's not normal. Plus, then I end up rarely blogging, and i don't like that! So on this weird imperfect night, here I am, typing typing typing...

I went into the kitchen and for some reason (maybe it was b/c of the teeth-cleaning or something) was craving only liquidy things. I tried to break into a new Sarabeths preserves that I was really excited about...but I ended up accidentally slicing off the top. Don't even get me started on my clutziness. I ran back and grabbed my baby camera because I thought it was hilarious...

You know when the top of jars won't come off, so you use a knife? Yeah...

Took the opportunity and dipped some chocolate in it

Just wanted to show you guys the Microwavable Sweet Potato I bought today.
The package says "Potato might whistle while being microwaved"
;)

For some reason I then decided that all i wanted a whole spoonful of my new Goddess dressing. Don't judge.
I had more like 3 spoonfuls and then decided it was time to blog and maybe work and sleep.  

Isn't it cool? 

Moral of the story?

Dont use a knife after you have a dream about the holocaust.

Oh, and, recovery is about not freaking out that all you want for 'snack' is some chocolate with preserves that possibly have glass shards in it, and a few tablespoons of salad dressing. That's how we roll. Roll with the punches. Oh yeah.