Malawi photo by Dana of half-eaten mango left behind by monkey. Reminds me of my monkey-mind.
I’m a slow learner and a fast forgetter.
If I don’t remind myself regularly of who I am “in the food” I start thinking I can go out and do a little research on my own. Research is a very slippery slope for me. The slippery slope leads to the bakery twice a day, an easily distracted, foggy mind and the obsession with food that was such a big part of my life before January 2007 when I first encountered a 12-step program for food addiction.
I thought I had power over food. I was the one who chose it, bought it, cooked it, and ate it. Food was one of the few places I exerted power five or ten times a day.
And yet,
- I wanted to stop eating, but couldn’t.
- I thought about food and my weight constantly.
- I attempted one diet after another with no lasting success.
- I was approached by others with concern about my weight.
- I had no idea why I was overweight. I never ate a lot at one sitting. (I just ate all day long. There was breakfast at home; a pastry and a latte on the way to work; lunch in a restaurant; a latte in the afternoon with a cookie; an 8 oz vodka martini before dinner; a glass or two of wine with dinner — usually carry-out; and dessert, of course.)
- I ate to soothe my feelings.
- I ate to fall asleep.
- I ate to wake up.
- I was always ready to eat more, but rarely hungry.
- I regretted what I ate.
- I was always fantasizing about what my life would be like once I lost the weight.
- I wanted to look different, to wear an average size, but I didn’t really think it would be possible.
- I was willing to constantly fantasize about it, but why do anything when it would result in failure?
- Every night I resolved to start the next diet in the morning. By the time I woke up, the resolve had disappeared.
That was life “in the food.” A jumpy monkey mind. A bite here. A bite there. Easily distracted.
The weighed and measured life is beautiful, wide-open spaces. I’ve never been happier. The right-size body and the size 8 clothes on my 6 foot frame feel very good. The freedom from the obsession with food and weight feels even better. It’s a much richer life.
A few months after I had reached my goal weight, I was falling asleep and the thought came, “If only I could wake up thin.” Suddenly, I sat up in bed laughing and said out loud, “Wait a minute, I am thin!” I was flooded with gratitude.
Love & Light,
Valerie
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Thanks, Heidi. I hope you keep coming back! Love & Light, Valerie
Wow! I’m impressed and touched! Thank you Valerie!!!
Dear Irene,
I’m so glad this speaks to your heart. Please share your insights here any time.
Love & Light,
Valerie