My journey to fat started a long time ago when I was a child and I didn’t have the language to deal with some particularly ugly feelings. On-going, heart-wrenching, ugly feelings. I sometimes revisit those particular memories without even knowing I’ve travelled back in time. This time, however, the fat began with removing the addiction that protected me. It started when I quit smoking. I am super proud of that fact, but not smoking has brought up so much more than I knew I had buried (that’s another post for another day). So I got fat. I got fat because the lack of cigarette smoking routine challenged my daily habits and practices. I had to be present. I had to learn how to process. And in the meantime, I learned that there is a constant noise. And that noise is FEAR. ~ Martha M. Barantovich.
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 12:00:01 +0000
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