This week, I have learned what it feels like to break out of jail. Food Jail, that is. The kind of imprisonment that has held me to “meal times”, eating 3 meals a day, eating because it’s my scheduled break at work, eating because I’m bored…that kind of “food jail”.
Feeling that sense of freedom from food, and all the decades of Pavlovian “mealtime”, and “clean your plate” practices - is nothing short of exhilarating and eye=opening. Haven’t eating for 16 or 18 hours now. Don’t miss it. Getting lots of other things done. And the freedom is amazing.
This might sound weird to some of you, but when you’ve been living in, well, essentially a prison of a body for decades - experiencing what it feels like to run free is something truly incredible. I’ve learned that freedom from food addiction tastes better than anything you can serve up on a plate.