I am literally exhausted. Like, peel my eye lids back to keep them open…exhausted.
But I just want to say that my spirit is alive. I was speaking with a former work friend and talked about how much I have learned in the past week. That if I am ever going to make it through this whole journey of recovery I HAVE TO TAKE TIME FOR MYSELF!
When I think back to the times that I would shovel food into my face, it would be because I wasn’t nurturing myself. Either I was blocking out emotions I didn’t want to deal with and/or I just simply wasn’t unwinding.
So, every time I felt like I ‘wanted food’ I asked myself if I was actually hungry…or hungry for ME TIME! Well, lunch rolled around..and I was HUNGRY! 2 slices of gf toast, 1/2 c. of baked beans, ~1/2 avocado
HEAVEN! So good. Sustaining.
Then I went and talked with my friend. This is where I live, this is the road to his office. I live in an amazing place.
The thing about Tom is that we go WAY back. Jan 2002. He’s in love. He’s head-over-heels in love. It just shows.
I had to stop myself from saying ‘Really, cause I haven’t lost any weight!’
I looked at her and said ‘Thank You!’
Tomorrow is 28 days. 4 weeks.
I am in love…in love with myself! Because I am learning to harness my spirit by nourishing it.
When do you feel most ‘in love’ with who you are?