That’s Eating Disorder, for those of you who live normal lives.
I’m an All or Nothing eater, a yo-yo dieter who morphs constantly between super restrictions and complete chaos. I know when I’m physically hungry, but I’m not too clear on what it feels like when I’m not.
I’m been battling this for . . . well, I’m 38 and food issues run in the family–they sprint, actually. They run marathons.
But I have two daughters, now. One is five and one is 16 months. I don’t want them to feel this anxiety, this fear, this despair about food for God’s Sake. Let them eat cake–and enjoy it and not feel like they’ve betrayed humanity so they might as well finish the damned thing or jam it down the disposal so they’ll never stay again.
Come to think about it–I don’t want to feel that way any more either.
So call this a Quest for peace in my time. A fight for balance, self-acceptance, and not &$^%ing up my kids.
That sounds like a pretty good tag-line to me. So be it.
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