Here it is three days back from my cleanse with a not so happy realization. I have discovered that I still have the same issues with food that I had before I took control of my health...fear. Cleansing gave me clarity of thought because I was distanced from food. I was able to think and plan easily because I was not having to deal with my food issues. Well 'they're back!'...I find myself thinking about food all the time. What, when, where, how much should I eat...it's exhausting. I fear slipping back into my old destructive eating patterns. You know...just a bite won't hurt. But for me, it does. It sends me down a path of destructive behaviour. Losing myself in food allows me to lose myself in other ways...I am less connected to myself when I'm abusing food. When I'm consciously eating, I'm so very present in my life. So that thing that allows me to 'slip away' is where the issue with food lies. Food is my coping mechanism when I'm stressed, tired, bored or angry. It is my drug of choice. I know this...it is not new to me...but I allow myself to do it anyway. Sometimes, it's just the easy way out in the short term.
I know I have work to do. My health depends on it. Food and I need to learn to get along...this love hate relationship is getting us no where. It's not like we can break up, we are stuck with each other and must find balance. I don't want to spend my life worrying about weight and health, I just want them both to be resolved. I think thirty years of worrying about this shit is long enough.
What is it they say? Eat to live, don't live to eat...that for me is a total mind f..k. I love food, I takes up a huge amount of my daydreaming...it is my creative outlet. I just need to learn to be creative with the healthy aspects of it (even if I find them boring at times).
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