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Post by majestyjo on Nov 1, 2014 11:48:19 GMT -5
We may love our food, but it doesn't love us back, in fact it can become our worst enemy.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 2, 2014 9:06:22 GMT -5
Have always believed if you have enough for one, you have enough to feed two. What we have to give now is enough for today. An awesome statement, very freeing and very enlightening. My sponsor use to say, never give away more than you can afford to lose.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 3, 2014 13:30:04 GMT -5
Moderation must be a learned behaviour and/or a God given gift, it never was a part of my thought process or work behaviour over the years. It was all or nothing at all, in all that I did. Whether it came to food, work, or play.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 4, 2014 10:40:02 GMT -5
A good thought! Enough for some, may not be enough for someone else. Trying to define another and being judge and jury, doesn't work. I have problems judging what is good for me, how can I know what is right for someone else. All I can do is share what worked for me and the any awareness I achieved over the years.
It is about self-honesty. What is good for me, for my size, for my health and well being.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 5, 2014 19:47:34 GMT -5
Had the thought today about how much of recovery is working on the emotions, and how we deal with them in healthy ways, without using food and other substances to deal with them. Not only about using food, but not substituting other things, that lead to another state of obsessive, compulsive behaviour.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 6, 2014 15:35:48 GMT -5
Acceptance is the key. Fighting only brings more, letting go opens the door to healing.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 7, 2014 7:45:38 GMT -5
My mother was a good cook. She made everything from scratch. Her cakes turned out better than ones made out of one from a cake mix. Yet our cooking relationship was not a good one and I don't associate food as a comfort thing with her, what she cooked yes, but not our mother/daughter relationship. She passed away when I was 21 and I left home at the age of 17. I wasn't allowed to do much cooking because I didn't do it right and don't remember cooking although I did, because she was sick and we had a boarder and I took over the mother role. Strange, will have to give this some thought.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 8, 2014 7:52:44 GMT -5
Don't mind clean up my life. I have always had issues with cleaning up dishes after a meal. I hate doing dishes and it is a long time thing from my childhood. Perhaps I am a little overdue in asking for healing in this area. I truly believe my mother had fibromyalgia and she would let things go and then would do everything at once and then it was clean, clean, clean. It was a big chore when it happened. Instead of making it simple as you go thing, it became a monstrous task filled with dread and horror, especially as a child. It is surprising how many body memories we have, not sure how much it will help me to love doing dishes, but I think God and I will have a little talk about this.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 9, 2014 5:47:04 GMT -5
Never had a birthday party until I was 16. Very few after that as I recall, and in later years I tried to make them special. They were more of a sad time than a good time, more like a time of drowning my sorrows than a time of celebration, not to mention the fact that I didn't like the fact that I was growing another year older.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 10, 2014 10:12:29 GMT -5
I can't, my God can, just for today, I choose to let Him.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 11, 2014 2:26:14 GMT -5
Why wait until we are lost and find ourselves in a place where we don't want to be, before we ask for direction? They say it is the nature of our disease and the fact that we are human; and yet thanks to this program, we can recognize when we are heading that way, we can stop and turn around and not go the whole route, get to a dead end, or take a detour. We can turn our life around with some good orderly direction if we but surrender to the program and just ask for help.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 12, 2014 6:16:31 GMT -5
As my sponsor called it, quit trying to figure it out. Stop intellectualizing, accept, live in the moment, don't look for the whys and how and wheres, and just be.
As I have said before, "One of my not so good little talks with my God would go along this line: ...couldn't you just give me a little hint so we both will know."
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 13, 2014 2:34:31 GMT -5
Like the last line, we can pray and ask our God to light our way to what we need to know, to be lead to the awakening and awareness we need to change our habits, to lessen our stress, to reduce our anxiety, to increase our hope and faith.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 14, 2014 8:30:22 GMT -5
Like these words. One of my favourite sayings is, "God is as He reveals Himself to me in today." How can I see Him if I see Him if I have my eyes closed and my blinders on? How can I see His truth if I have tunnel vision and look through rose-coloured glasses?
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 15, 2014 8:00:48 GMT -5
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 16, 2014 2:26:48 GMT -5
The thought that came to mind was, "If you don't want to know the truth, don't ask for it! If we don't want to be alive to the truth, there is a good chance of the opposite. We will be dead. My mother carried that message. She was told to lose weight and if she didn't watch her food intake and her heart condition, and she ended up in the hospital again, she would not leave, and she didn't. She was 28 days shy of her 41st birthday. They say you can't scare an addict. She didn't change.
She went out and chased cows rather than wait for the men to come and home to get them back into the fields to mend the broken gate. The caretaker, the doer, the fixer, and the person who handled her emotions by eating. I also believe in today, that she too had Fibromyalgia. She used food to deal with her pain. My father was an alcoholic and he did what a lot of alcoholics do and she covered up her hurts using food.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 17, 2014 22:10:25 GMT -5
How often I used my bed to escape the reality I didn't want to face. I am powerless over people, places, and things.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 18, 2014 7:56:46 GMT -5
Amen
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 19, 2014 6:27:29 GMT -5
Wednesday, November 19, 2014 You are reading from the book Food for Thought Appetite Is Not Hunger
Confusing a "hearty" appetite with genuine, physical hunger is a mistake made consistently by compulsive overeaters. Our idea of how much food our body needs is usually a great exaggeration of the actual requirement. Because of an overdeveloped appetite, we are unfamiliar with the feeling of true hunger.
Since we cannot rely on subjective feelings to tell us how much we need to eat, we require an objective, definite plan. When we reach our normal weight, we continue to eat according to a measured food plan, rather than according to appetite. We will never be able to satisfy the demands of our appetite without destroying ourselves physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
When we think we require more food than is called for by our plan, we need to examine our thinking. Usually we find that we are being deluded by the demands of our overdeveloped appetite. We would like to eat more, but in fact, our body does not need more.
I pray for the wisdom to distinguish between appetite and hunger.[/QUOTE]
The word voracious came to mind, and how our addiction can be all consuming and as I like to say, when I get needy, I get greedy.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 20, 2014 7:21:15 GMT -5
Old tapes can show themselves up in many ways. It is up to us to recognize them for what they are. I found it best to erase them an make new ones. I also had to recognize the fact that I was the one who had the choice as to whether I pushed the buttons rewind, delete, play, or fast forward.
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