Peace

I felt it last week. A lot.

It was the absence of a relentless discourse in my head about food. “Am I hungry? What do I want to eat? Oh, no! That’s not a healthy choice! Maybe I’ll just drink some water. Is it lunch time yet? What will I have? But that’s not really what I want…”

That conversation has been going on in my head since I was six. But now I’m giving myself permission to eat any food I want when I’m hungry. Now I’m taking time to savour the tastes and textures. Now I’m checking in with my body to see how IT likes the food. Now I’m asking “What do you really want?” when I turn to food and I’m not hungry.

That voice in my head is out-of-sync with the way I’m approaching eating most of the time now. It’s lost a lot of its power so it’s showing up less frequently.

The result is peace.

And it is delicious.