One of my favourite quotes is By Erica Jong " Eating is never so simple as hunger ". It says it all in such poignant few words.
My story: I love the smell of butter. The milky, creamy aroma and soft, velvety texture leaves me literally intoxicated. Add some warm freshly baked bread and I am lost. I can feel my body responding if it were cocain. It might as well be. I feel just as lost, as helpless and desolate as a long time drug addict. It has bee fourty years since BN was introduced to me by an older schoolmate at boarding school. I have since been engaged in a war without winners or opponents other than myself and the mirror. I do not know how I look. I have an idea by numbers as a rough guide. Recently I had a triple loss in my life, first I didn't need food I lost an enormous amount of weight by stress and sadness alone but than I started to recover. Now BN returned at full force and I feel it is consuming me alive. I do not know what to do. From a head knowledge approach i of course know, but I seem not to have the strength to do the right thing. I am pulled by a million butter sticks on baguette chains. I need some support but I am not sure how to ask for what I don't know it is. Lost.