Sunday, March 24, 2013
I Don't Hate Myself Today
my disease. As a result of this, I am experiencing the miracle of recovery; freedom from compulsive eating and food obsession (on a daily basis).
Today, I don't recognize myself around food. This morning, my husband made pancakes with fresh fruit. I ate one pancake dressed with a modest amount of butter and syrup and thoroughly enjoyed every bite. I had a reasonable portion of strawberries and apples and called it quits. Breakfast done. If this were nearly an other day of my life, I would have eaten probably 3 pancakes drowning in butter and syrup. Then I would have stuffed myself with strawberries and apples to make up for the pancakes. Afterwards, as the starches and sugars digested in my body, complete and utter self-hatred would set in. I would then spend the rest of the morning, if not the entire day, in procrastination-mode, paralyzed by shame and guilt.
So, instead I felt energized to start the day, with my head clear and uncluttered by negative self-talk. I wanted to write and exercise, instead of crawling back into bed.
at 10:38 AM