Many of my recovery milestones thus far have been directly related to food/weight. Things like eliminating my list of fear foods, not purging for a year and a half (and counting!), reaching my target weight and staying there. Not that these aren't huge milestones, but they were also very concrete things. I can do concrete goals very well, but more nebulous goals (increase flexibility! meet new friends!) are much more difficult. I can't break them down into little steps.
One of the things I worked on a lot with TNT and have started to do with Dr. H is making friends. I have been living here for a bit over a year, and I really didn't have any friends. If I wanted to do something on a Friday night, I asked my parents. There wasn't someone for me to call.
A few months ago, I joined a book club on meetup.com because I love reading, and it seemed like the perfect fit. I lucked out, as the people there are really cool, really nice, and really smart. My kind of people. I could discuss politics without feeling the need to censor myself. They were very accepting. January's meeting was last weekend, and I went and had a very nice time. I brought some killer scones (Banana Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip). The hostess made decaf coffee for me, since last time I turned the regular coffee down lest I be up all night, which I thought was the sweetest thing ever.
I stayed around a bit after to help clean up and to spend more quality time with their pup. As I did, the host, hostess, and one other person began talking about their weekly jam sessions. Apparently, every week, a bunch of them get together with their stringed instruments and just play music. It had come up during the group that I play piano and sing, and so they invited me to come.
As I was driving home, I realized: I finally have friends now. I haven't had that in ages. It occurred to me that they might be inviting me out of pity or guilt (they were talking about this music thing and I was right there next to them), an idea I can't totally shake. But I also know that they genuinely seem to like me, and they aren't the type to throw out a pity invite.
It feels...really good. I have a friend in real life, and I have online friends, but I honestly don't remember what it's like to have a group of people to actually do things with. It's all very new to me.