Slowing down. This is the first fundamental
rule I’m following.
What I’ve never had for many years is control
over food. I could control myself, decide to open the fridge or not,
but it was still just tackling the me that was running towards the
fridge, attracted like a moth to the light. What I’m doing is
grabbing the reins of the relationship with food.
I don’t want to be the needy doormat that walks the Hunger’s chihuahua, holds her bags while she’s out shopping and chauffeurs her around at a snap of her fingers. Slowing down managed this: getting me back in control.
I don’t want to be the needy doormat that walks the Hunger’s chihuahua, holds her bags while she’s out shopping and chauffeurs her around at a snap of her fingers. Slowing down managed this: getting me back in control.