Well I’ve spent most of my life pointing out the fact that people are alcoholics.
But a very short amount of time admitting I’m an addict too. A food addict.
It started when I was in Junior High. It started out of depression and boredom. I liked the way it tasted, but I sure didn’t like the way it made me feel. I started to gain weight really young, and spent most of my life putting on more weight and more weight.
I haven’t been able to be emotionally available for anyone all these years. I’m completely self absorbed. These days I don’t believe I use food for the same reasons anymore, but that could just be my denial. I just know that I like eating but I get scared when I’m going to eat. I get the same questions rolling around in my head. Am I really hungry? What should I eat? What shouldn’t I eat? What else could I be doing? And the list goes on and on. I obsess over food.
