So, where do you go for comfort?
Me, I eat chocolate chips. Semi-sweet. Ghirardelli. LOTS of them.
And I have the body to prove it.
You can call it stress-eating, comfort food, an addiction, whatever you want.
But any way you look at it, it isn’t healthy.
It doesn’t solve anything. It isn’t nourishing my body or my soul. It is another way that I sabotage myself.
I think if I were to address the issues I need to address, the codependency, the un-mourned grief deep in me, my own self-doubts, feelings of self-worthlessness, then maybe I wouldn’t stuff myself with chocolate chips in a futile effort to feel better.
And if I addressed my issues, would I no longer need to be comforted? Or would I then know how to comfort myself? Sometimes I try to tell myself comforting things, but often I don’t believe myself. Sometimes I do, but often I don’t. And so I just eat more chocolate chips.
So, where do you find comfort?