It’s been an interesting few days of viewing food and myself more objectively.
It’s been an interesting few days finding peace and delight from non food things.
No sense making the whole thing about food. It’s also about the feelings. And the safety. It’s about the sadness and grief and heartache. As well as the joy, pleasure, and contentedness.
I could psychoanalyze myself all day. And often do. But I think what I’m learning most is I want to just stop. Sometimes.
I am looking for peace.