The things we need to carry with us are the things we deem necessary for our survival, though what that might be depends on our location and circumstances. And yet, much that we label as “needed” is anything but. Things like morning coffee, microwave popcorn, and Doc Martens are niceties, not imperatives. It’s not surprising that we struggle with determining what is necessary – much … Continue reading Survival necessities – an off-the-cuff joint.
Did you know that Peter Gabriel named five of his albums, “Peter Gabriel”? I guess he hated coming up with titles too. His new stuff is good – “Playing for Time” is in my “current rotation” Spotify playlist. It’s good. But I digress. A neat trick considering I haven’t started. I feel fat today. Fat is not a feeling, something they hammer home in eating … Continue reading Recovery Road has too many hills – an off-the-cuff joint.
Sometimes, I think if I take off the reins, the urge to eat will take over my world.
I know where it comes from and what drives it, this feeling that I can’t ever consume enough. This feeling that if I start, I’ll never stop.
It’s from the eating disorder, from a lifetime of restriction and deprivation. You can’t undo what’s been done. I can’t go back in time and eat the food now I didn’t eat then. But I worry that without the restrictions I still have in place, I’ll try…
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From Famine to Feast. 