Someday soon I’m going to need to post. It’s going to be a hard post to write, but I’ll need to do it. For me.
It’ll be the post about how I deal with grief.
I’m (sure as Hell) no counsellor. I have no formal advice to give.
But what I am learning is that somewhere inside, along with my other quirks and issues, is still the food addiction.
I don’t see it anymore. I don’t feel it on a daily basis. I was pretty sure it didn’t even exist anymore. It was a fat-girl problem.
But today, when I heard my Grandma is really unwell, it was like an avalanche.
There was numbness. Then an OVERWHELMING desire to eat. A pizza. A whole one. Or maybe a pie. Or icecream, buckets and buckets of it.
Right now, I’m not eating any of that. But the feelings are still there.
I’ll need to write about that.
But not today.
Today I just need to breathe.