I eat,binge,gorge? so I can have that wonderful dreamless "food coma" sleep or drift just at the edge of it and let my mind wander to nice stuff rather than the usual of how much I hate myself and the choices I've made. I used to be althletic,outgoing and fun on the surface-it was made clear to me at an early age I really was just rotten-thanks mom,at least i wasn't disgusted by my own body-found pot to shut the noise in my head off and help with the worry-married a pot smoker-the only time there was anything "intimate" was when I pursued him, and then it was all about him so I started to eat AND smoke pot. Then I got all freaked out when a guy hit on me when I was still thin, I still remember how great that was to be noticed and how much I wanted to give in to that whole intense yet meaningless physical thing-that was 100# ago. I've gotten far enough to know I need to love myself and get out of this sicko relationship. its like the food is my only reliable friend but even more destructive than the druggie friends I used to have. What do I replace the food with? what do i look forward to at the end of another crappy day, how do I hold on for the next 13 mo until the last child is out of the house? I read about journaling-where so I do that so no one will find it?
Thanks btw- stopped the pot about 75# ago :-i miss it every day,but i won't go to jail for food.