COMPULSIONS
“All human actions have one or more of these seven causes:
chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, desire.”
Aristotle
When I was eating compulsively, it was similar to taking nitrous oxide at my dentist. Like a heavy anesthesia, the food comforted me and gave me an extraordinary sense of well-being. Like many short-term cures for what is bothering us, it took its toll. Any resemblance to reality while in the fog of compulsive eating is purely coincidental. While there may be times in my life I needed anesthesia, to use it day in and day out to block emotional pain is a burden only compulsive eaters know about.
Compulsion is self-will gone berserk. I try to think of it as the opposite of effortless abstinence. Between the two are miles and miles of varying experiences. For me there was never moderation ... only the two extremes. It took several years of squeaky clean abstinence to trust myself and begin to try moderation in eating. At that point I had learned to recognize and be aware of the dangers of that first compulsive bite. There have been times when this cunning disease always waiting to pounce has sent me straight back to hell as a result of that one single compulsive bite.
One day at a time...
I will pray that my actions are caused by anything except compulsions.
~ Mari
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I lived most of my life in a sugar coma...........anesthetized from life. The trouble with anesthesia is that it blocks out the pain AND the joy...........and just leaves us numb.
"Moderation" is not a word in my compulsive vocabulary, at least not where sugar is concerned. After 5+ years of abstinence, I know what it takes to keep my life on track, and it's avoidance of sugar in all forms.
Taking that first compulsive bite (or sip) is what sends me over the edge, back into the horror-show of compulsive overeating (or drinking) so my only goal is to avoid taking that first taste. I know for a fact that my disease IS waiting to pounce at every turn, trying to catch me off guard, to lead me straight back into hell.
For today, I will not take that first compulsive bite. For today, I choose to live a full life, without numbing myself from the reality of it.
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