I’m thinking about food this morning, and instead of shoving it down [the thoughts] and compartmentalizing it, I’m taking the opportunity to look at it.
It’s been a long (great) week and there is an anxious feeling that the weekend feels sooo close, but it’s not here yet.
There are more clouds than sun.
I don’t feel like actively participating with my kid.
I’d rather downtime with sleep or a book or a shower or a movie.
I don’t feel like go go go this morning.
Coffee made me all acid refluxy this morning and that was a bummer.
I just plain ol’ don’t wanna today.
And seriously, where is the sunshine?
But amidst all that and more…I don’t have hunger. I just think I want to eat. Because food was a good bandaid for so long. Because you embrace the thing that saves you when there is nothing else to save you.
Except I have other things to save me now. I save myself in countless healthy ways–connection and self-awareness and self-care and acknowledgement and breathing and compassion. And by saying “I feel this feeling and it will pass.”
So I came here to say it.