Remember? Loving yourself is your job. You may have to learn how to do it, but you can. Now that pills to heal an internal wound are over and eating isn’t spaced three hours in-between with no eating at night, I eat. And eat. The scale shows it dramatically in a short time.
It’s not love to eat to escape the feelings you have always run from. Feel them. Love thyself by feeling not running. It was necessary at age eight, eating to numb, one you didn’t think about but your body and psyche needed to survive. Now you have the capacity and ability to eat to live not as an eating machine but with presence and discipline. Yes, you have it. I doubt I have it which is a means to eat, an excuse. But I have it. Dig deep.
Is it that much work? Or more of a pleasure to discover the pattern that most take for granted. Simple. Eat when hungry. Stop when full. And enjoy it. I don’t enjoy it. I feel driven, a life-time habit. It is time to take care. Take care in honoring thy body, my feelings, and a wholeness that deserves respect.