I say this not only to parallel other addictions that people quite readily recognize, but also because I had a bad slip up last weekend that was nothing if not an emotional outlet through the use of food. I realize it's probably not that big of a deal (who didn't eat a bit too much last weekend?), but I was mind-reeling over so many other things and it felt like such a huge slight that no one in my family had told me they were having an Easter get-together (my dad didn't even call to wish me a "Happy Easter"). Thus it became another moment when food was there for me when I couldn't call anyone or talk to anyone.
For every kind of situation, whether happiness or hurt or frustration, I have a food that helps keep me company somehow and that's fairly constant. I think the only thing I crave more than food is a constant good, healthy relationship. Food is what seems to help me more than people because it's always there -- I don't have to hope and pray that it won't be too busy for me, too rushed, not paying attention, not listening, not caring. I don't have to stare at my phone for 25 minutes, scrolling through my list of contacts, wondering who would actually answer and care to hear about my ridiculous mental meltdown(s), only to come down to ... no one.
When I choose to eat, there's always something for me to commiserate with, to cry into, to snarl at, or even to celebrate the silly little things that no one else cares about celebrating. And, let's face it, there's a reason it's called "comfort food." When I reach the bottom of the bucket, the bag, the pan, I can always make more or find something to fill the "new" void; however, if I call someone and they can't talk or don't answer, there's not a bottomless list of possibilities. Food doesn't reject me, if anything I'm the one who gets to reject food.
That's how I assert control in my uncontrollable life and... it's totally wrong. I know that, but just because I KNOW that doesn't mean I can snap my fingers and tell myself to let go of the one thing I feel like I get a say in these days. If I do that, what then? To suddenly stop letting food be the comfort, the crutch, the one I call, I have to have something else to funnel myself onto because I know I am not in a position (mentally/physically/geographically) to just let it all go. In saying that, I do realize that I'm no longer in control of what I eat -- it's in control of me -- but I've known that this whole time I've been writing here or otherwise I wouldn't be writing here.
It's here I am starting to understand that I am scared out of my mind because food is the only thing that I let fill the emptiness inside me and it's coming nowhere close to doing what I'd thought it would and that's why I keep eating and eating and eating. Even though it doesn't "fill the emptiness" in all the ways I wish it would, it comes closer than anything (read: anyone) else. This is my fault, I know, because I'm too afraid to let anyone in right now. I feel like I should be "full" and whole and complete on my own before I ask someone to be a part of my life, otherwise I'll be trading my fixation with food for what could only ever be a short-term (unhealthy, obsessive, needy/clingy, messed up) "relationship" that would undoubtedly leave me emptier than before...
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Right now, on the verge of major tears, I feel so hollow in the worst of ways. I want to eat to take my mind off it, but I also just want to cry and curl away into some other place and time.
I need an overly-long hug from a calories-not-included friend and a solid shoulder to cry on.
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"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that he didn't trust me so much."
[Mother Teresa]
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