Hi Dot,
I agree with Nikki and Shins - it never goes away. You just learn to live with it (or live around it). Neither you nor the demon can win outright, so you meet somewhere in the middle.
Ten years ago in my early 20s I dropped nearly half my bodyweight inside a year and was pretty grotesque. People who knew me asked me if I had cancer and AIDS. Hmm, tactful.
I simply could not eat without feeling as though I was committing the gravest sin on earth. Everything I did was at my demon's bidding. I knew I looked awful, and I barely had the strength to walk (this lasted four years at its worst) but the desire to look and feel healthier was choked by the demon.
On a slightly more rational/conscious level I was afraid that if I started to eat a little bit more, I wouldn't be able to stop.
That was true in part. When I did start eating more, I put on weight extremely quickly and was soon a fair bit heavier than I'd been before the problem began (super-short and never skinny, just normal). I never puked; I've simply got no gag reflex.
Now, six years after I first started to beat the a------- demon, my weight is low to normal for my height, and my diet is healthy, but ... there's always a "but". I'm always wanting to eat. It's a psychological by-product that just stays with you forever, and you have to learn to control it.
God knows what I've done to my health in the long-term, but I seem to be OK. I'm not interested in having children. I've been on the pill for years, so I don't know whether I'd have periods naturally (I don't think I would, to be honest). What I do know is that I will always feel guilty about eating.
Which brings me to running, and what a gift it's been for me. I wish I'd discovered it a decade ago (not that I would have got very far). For the first time in as long as I can remember, food is good, it's fuel, it helps me reach a goal.
It's not *quite* a ceasefire with my demon, but hostilities have definitely waned.
One unfortunate footnote is that I strained a muscle in my ankle a couple of weeks ago and have been off running for a fortnight. It's been pretty hard, not least because I'm back to feeling guilty about food, though that hasn't stopped me eating well. I survived at a healthy weight for four years between the end of my ED and the time I started running, so a few weeks out of action is not going to send me back into bonesville. But GOD I'm looking forward to getting out there again and eating my porridge with impunity!
Gotta get back to work now, but couldn't resist having a babble. There's an awful lot to say.
Best wishes to everyone who reads this thread.
Pixie xx