Letting Go is so freeing
I have struggled with emotional eating throughout my life and it is something that I can honestly say I finally recognise. Something that each and every one of us needs to be able to work towards “LETTING GO”. I would frequently eat crappy foods with a “oh fuck it” attitude and then beat myself up for it moments later! Always looking for a quick fix, sneaking chocolate and devouring packets of chippies, packets of lollies, a few biscuits then go back for more all the while when no one knew but me! Sound familiar?
Today I listened to an amazing lecture by Geneen Roth who has inspired me to share her writing with you. Geneen Roth talks on Emotions and Eating. Here’s a little excerpt from her lecture ……..xx
When we weigh ourselves on scales, when we start defining ourselves with all that can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels. We don’t want to eat Hot Fudge Sundays, as much as we want our lives to be Hot Fudge Sundays. We want to come home to ourselves, we want to know wonder and delight, & passion. And if instead we have given up on ourselves, if we vacated our longing, if we have left possibility behind, we will feel an emptiness we can’t name, we will feel that if something is missing, because something is missing. The connection to the source of sweetness and love, and power and peace and joy. Since we had it once, we were born with it, it can’t help but haunt us.
When you look at the world through shattered lenses, the world looks shattered. When you eat in a particular way, because you believe you are wrong if you don’t, freedom isn’t free. When your still bound by beliefs about good and bad, it doesn’t matter what you eat or what you weigh, you are still floundering around in the obsession. You are still paying for taking up space in pounds of flesh.
Unless you slow down, unless you are actually interested in the beliefs and needs, you are piling on top of food, unless your really interested you continue to live in a limbo world, in which the taste of food is all you know of heaven and the size of your thighs is all you know of hell. It doesn’t have to be this way.
The real holiness is not in the what you achieve or eat or weigh. The real holiness is something better than endlessly pushing the boulder of obsession up the mountain or putting it down. If you are willing to refrain from forcing or shaming and depriving yourself, judging yourself, and if you are willing to refrain from needing an instant solution and if you want to use your relationship with food, as the unexpected path, you will discover that joy and peace and contentment have been here all along. In the noise and in the stillness, in the upheaval and raft’s of peace, in each moment of kindness you lavish upon your breaking heart, or the size of your thighs, and with each breathe you take you will discover that what you want is here, it’s always been here.