Oh my relationship with food. Lets just say it’s complicated.
From the beginning of my time it has been used to sooth me, comfort me, help me to grow, and silence my cry.
Who would have thought that the very thing I needed to help give me life could later cause me to lose that life.
My relationship with food became unhealthy at a very young age. You see, I did not understand its purpose in my life and therefore I abused it.
Its purpose: Give me nutrients and energy.
My usage: to comfort, bring joy, cause happiness.
I don’t know how it all began, or who helped me with the ideal, but I do know that it became my silent addiction. An addiction no one could stop me from because you actually need food to live.
As my relationship with God and myself deepened, I started to see my addiction for what it truly was. I had a problem and what I used to make me happy was causing me misery as I lived in a
As a grew to become a wiser and stronger person, it became clear to me that food never fixed any of my problems or issues, it never made anything right or better, and the more I tried to use it to
sooth my woes it failed. It just wasn’t working any more, and my unhealthy body was the evidence.
Food was my lover, but We BROKE UP!
Here is a list a things that took place to help me in that break up process:
1. I relearned why I needed food and it’s true God intended purpose
2. I learned how much was needed to give me energy from day to day
3. I read books to help me understand portions, portion control, and moderation
4. I found other cool, neat, and interesting ways to be comforted, soothed, and joyful. (For everyone this looks different)
5. I found awesome healthier substitutes for my favorite things to munch on
6. I learned that treating myself wasn’t wrong as long as I did it smart (Weight Watchers helped me with this)
7. I found a new love… well two. Their names are Dell and Gym!
P.S. I’m still In Love With Chocolate
Question: Have you every had an unnoticed struggled with food?