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H. unfolding happily

Our new grandbaby is doing a happy job of unfolding himself.  Right now, nobody has told him that food is causative (because it isn’t) and he only knows mommy is right there when he’s hungry.  He only eats when he is hungry.

I find this process amazingly miraculous to watch and to recognize how subverted it had  become for me as I was taught things that were not accurate. I can look back into my childhood up until around the 8th grade and not remember being told anything about food making me fat.  We ate three meals a day and I got lots of pats on the head from my Italian grandma when she visited for having a wonderful appetite.  At this time, my body was a normal size.

It was when I made it through puberty and got into high school that the comments began.   “Are you wearing a girdle?”  This was accompanied by a poke at my hips.  Folks, I have a passion for life.  Part of that passion is the enjoyment of food.  Until high school, no one had ever made a comment like “You eat too much” or “You’re getting fat.”  I truly believe that my obsession about food began with that kind of comment.

Happily, I’ve worked through that process and I can now enjoy food for enjoyment’s sake alone.  I have created deliberate disconnects between food and the size of my body.  And actually, I have recently seen that the size of my body changes - not with food intake - but with the fear about finances!  Imagine that!!!!!  If you’re like me, I’d give that one a good long look. Of course, I am working on the finances thing - who isn’t these days - and I know that a permanent fix is immanent.  Then, I can turn my full focus on my bodily size project again.  In the meantime, I always applaud my perseverance into healing by purely mental means alone.  It take great courage to do it this way.  No pills, no shots, no surgery, just me, thinking accurately.  Mental discipline sure does come in handy.  Try it; you’ll like it!

Happy Wednesday to y’all!

Pat