I was looking through old pictures this weekend at my grandparents house and found this picture on the left. I’ve never seen it before and I don’t know who took it but it’s awful and I thought, “I’m gonna use it!!” 😂😂
Goodness, those days were not good. Everything suffered-all of my relationships were affected because I was completely enslaved by and obsessed with food and deep in my addiction. It’s not that I wasn’t happy at times or that I didn’t do fun stuff or have good times with friends and family, but it was all tainted and like a dark cloud because I was sick.
I’m so grateful to be 6 1/2 years food sober and to be out from under the weight of food addiction.
Let me be clear, I am not missing out because I am food sober. My life is not less than because I don’t eat donuts, Hershey bars, warm French bread in the car on the way home from the store etc. etc. My life is infinitely better and more peaceful. People often say that what I do is “restrictive“ and most people assign a negative connotation to that word. I do restrict myself but I don’t perceive it as a negative thing – it’s actually freedom. You know what’s really restrictive? Obesity, type 2 diabetes, raging psoriasis, high blood pressure, sleep apnea, being on meds, getting winded walking from the couch to the kitchen, not being able to play with the kids without tiring out. I missed out on a lot of fun because I was “living a little” and “treating myself” - I think I despise those two phrases more than any others. I don’t believe poisoning myself is living a little or treating myself to anything I deserve. I deserve health.