I am a feeder. I love food. I am also a medicated eater. I have a huge appetite and can eat a ton unfortunately. While I have strugled to controll what I put in my mouth I have learned a few things. I'll get to them in a minute.
While reading blogs I came across a blog where the author talked about her love of food and that she was going to put herself on a 12 step program for food. WOW I thought, I wish I could do that. As I have thought about it I have realized that while I don't have a full on addiction I have been dependant on food as a mood altering substance. AND, while you can live without things like alcohol and drugs, you can't live without food.
So as I have aproached food lately I have asked myself do I NEED to eat this? Am I really hungry? Am I eating because I just woke up? Or it's lunch time? Or I am feeding the kids? If the answer is no, then I try not to eat it. I am also finding that as I exercise, I am not as hungry. I have ben able to walk away from my plate without feeling full. Not hungry anymore, but not full. I have also given myself a new rule in the aftermath of a relapse . (See I'm not perfect at this at all.)
ONLY ONE SERVING!!!!!
The good news is that with exercise, (a topic for a next post) and my new attitude about food i have lost THIRTY pounds. See I am shedding that big girl skin.
Why this is here.
You are a writer, then dammit write! Write it out. Write about your dark past, your struggling present, and your hopeful future. My brain says as I ponder the idea in my head.
I was ten when things became dark. We had just moved and I was a shy one, no friends, new house, a mom who thought I was fat and placed me on a diet, and HIM the man who thought for some reason I was HIS to do with as he saw fit. Perhaps becuse I was adopted he didn't think of it as INCEST. Perhaps I'll never know. Either way I was ten when my childhood was ripped from me and I was forced to behave as an adult in secret.
This is hopefully a document of my recovery.
I was ten when things became dark. We had just moved and I was a shy one, no friends, new house, a mom who thought I was fat and placed me on a diet, and HIM the man who thought for some reason I was HIS to do with as he saw fit. Perhaps becuse I was adopted he didn't think of it as INCEST. Perhaps I'll never know. Either way I was ten when my childhood was ripped from me and I was forced to behave as an adult in secret.
This is hopefully a document of my recovery.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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