Bullshit!
I have believed this in one form or another my whole life... and I nosh, and nosh, and overeat, and make excuses for it. I have become fairly sedentary lately, and yet I continue to consume the same crap in the same amounts... or ever more. What conclusion can I draw from this, when I've applied the faulty logic of 'food is love' for about as long as I've been on the planet?
Food is self-hatred. Food is self-sabotage. Food is a fair-weather friend.
I'm just realizing this as I write! What an epiphany to have!
Question remains now, what do I do with this new, hard-won wisdom?
No comments:
Post a Comment