I am so tired. I am out of my house in a hotel -- which is nice. But no kitchen, no dining table. It all feels very displaced. But I know it will be short term. A week or so. And then the renovations will be done. I think the myth that I continue to struggle against is that if I eat properly and exercise for a week, I will be done. But recovery is a long haul, every day, for the rest of my life kind of fix.
The reading this morning starts after the quote with this:
My food addiction was acquired so I could survive and cope in earlier, painful circumstances. Thus began two myths: first, that pain was to be avoided at all costs, and second, that eating would relieve the pain, free of charge. These myths were useful then, but they are insanity now.Yep. This. I no longer need to be so anesthetized. It doesn't work anyway. The pain and grief and tears leak through anyway. This is the reality.
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