One freakin dress size. Dress I use loosely - more like tent size. But just one. Just from 22 to 20, this canNOT be that hard, dammit! I've found another distraction, which is drumming - sadly one cannot drum at night, when the eating boogie men come, but at least during the day I can.
Of COURSE the boogie man made me eat the kettle corn and the nutella crepes today. Not my own self.
Where is the accountability? Where is the connection between me and my eating? Where does that come from? Who else has this issue? Am I addicted to food?
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I'm convinced we hunger for something food cannot satisfy...but what it IS that DOES satisfy is intangible and unwieldy. So food becomes the substitute, the bandage for this unnamed and unnamable ailment, which is capable of covering up the emptiness but not healing it.
Just a theory :).
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