Through my journey of both IF and struggling with my compulsive eating, I have found that I have a million ways of pushing my feelings aside to the point that sometimes I’m not even aware that they’re there. I’m only aware of the food, or that I feel fat, or, or, or…
Last night I had one of those experiences. I had been feeling out of sorts all day, and pushing myself all day, and thinking of food all day, and eating all day. When I finally got alone with my thoughts, it just all poured out.
This reminded me of something I just read (actually re-read) recently:
“There are some feelings about which there is nothing to do. Some bad feelings simply need to be felt. Only after you begin to feel them will you be able to find enough inner comfort to address them.”*
May we all find the inner comfort today to attend to these feelings that must be felt.
*From this book, of course.