My relationship with food has, for as long as I can remember, been complicated. Both comfort and escape have been provided, but something has also been lost...an ability to sooth myself, myself. Does this make sense? It’s an easy fix to reach for something to ease anxiety, but the consequence is that reaching out instead of reaching in doesn’t change the fact that life challenges us, and pain hurts.
The choice to Eat food to find comfort and solace from a highly emotion mind, means missing the opportunity to Feed oneself with some new experiences, more creative outlets, a few more risks to keeps things interesting, and a promise to find solace in connection and meditation and laughter.
I’m going to sit with this, let it seep in for a bit, try it on. Change takes time, but the long game appeals to me because I no longer want to gamble with my precious happiness.
