So much of my journey through food addiction and back to my true self has involved four letter words. At first, they described my dilemma:
Hard
Diet
Food
Then, as I faced myself, they grew profane:
Damn
Shit
Junk (food)
F*ck
Piss
Bolt
F*ck
I got down on myself:
I have fallen. Deeper. Into my body. Into love.
I had to be shown the way, finally. I had forgotten. How to love. How to hold. How to honor. And worship.
Some days, I am in love with everything and everyone and myself too. But, the days I do not love everything and everyone, I am intensely aware I am out of balance and need to get back in love.
Once you know how to love, you cannot stop. You cannot forget. You must have it again. Once you love yourself, you know you will love and love again and because you have to. (more…)
