There was my hand reaching (for the fifth time) into the bag of M&Ms that was leftover from decorating my son’s birthday cake. It was that same mindless emotional eating experience that I have had many times before where the food feels like both an alluring comfort and an all-powerful adversary …and I don’t even … Continue reading
Tagged with compassion …
What I learned (and relearned) from 2012:
That my body never lies. That food is not scary and enjoying it is my birthright. That ‘big’ ‘round’ ‘curvy’ are just words, descriptions, nothing more. No more menacing that ‘blue’ ‘cold’ or ‘salty’. That all of us deserve to be completely free in our bodies and in our beings. That the present moment is … Continue reading