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I’ve been housing all this doubt... and insecurity. And I’ve been locked inside that house, while I hold the key and I’ve been DYING to get out, that might be the death of me.
And even though there’s way of knowing, where to go I promise I’m going... because,
I’ve gotta get outta here!
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here!
And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging, to be my escape ❣️
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Mood.
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Know your French Fries.
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I wish I could live by: “Food is just food” too.
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Food glorious food
Angry = Food.
Upset = Food.
Happy = Food.
Disappointed = Food.
Guilty = Food.
Depressed = Food.
Anxious = Food.
Disgusted = Food.
Excited = Food.
Ashamed = Food. 
Bored = Food.
Fed up = Food.
Annoyed = Food.
Sociable = Food 
Emotional = Food.
Hangry =  Food. 
Vulnerable = Food.
Desperate = Food.
Scared = Food.
Lonely = Food.
Heartbroken = Food.
Hopeless = Food.
Worried = Food.
Stressed = Food.
Confused = Food.
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Ah damn... now I want a pack of cookies
“If you haven’t had it yourself, food addiction is difficult to understand. When you’re trying to explain to someone that, no, I can’t have a cookie because, frankly, you don’t have enough cookies on that plate for me. “Like, there’s 30 people here and you have maybe 40 cookies on that plate, and I want all of them. I don’t want to stand here putting cookies in my mouth wondering who’s noticing. You know, like, there’s 10 left on the plate, can I go grab another couple before anyone notices? Oh, now there’s three cookies left on the plate, can I swoop all of them into my purse and go into the bathroom and eat them sitting on the toilet? "These are the thoughts of a food addict. Nobody else gets that. "The cookies go around, and other people are hardly noticing them, maybe grabbing one, take a bite, put it on a napkin half-eaten, continuing their conversation. "The brain of a food addict is completely different.”
— Susan Pierce Thompson, PhD, Food Addict   source
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Any addiction should be taken seriously and food addiction is no different.
Food Addictions
I think the reason that its so easy for people to shame those with a food addiction is because it’s the only addiction, at least that I can think of, that can’t be romanticized. You can’t create anything sexy from needing processed sugars and fats.
Not only that, but beating a food addiction is so hard. You can’t quit food like you can quit smoking. You need food. But like smoking, food can be used as a coping mechanism. Many obese people became that way after experiencing overwhelming trauma. And it’s easy to tell yourself that you need that cookie as energy to fuel yourself through the day. That it’s just one small thing. It’s so easy to blur the line between what is food you need and what is food you want.
On top of that, people who struggle with a food addiction struggle more because they don’t have a support system. Nobody takes food addictions seriously. Most people don’t believe they even exist. To most, an obese person is someone to mock. There’s scientific proof that processed foods are habit forming. Children who are given processed foods are way more likely to have a poor diet or a food addiction into their adult life. People need to stop claiming that there aren’t risks to food addictions. The reality is that obesity kills people all the time. Its so easy to gain weight and so hard to lose it. People with any addiction need support.
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I LOVE FOOD. It’s comforting and familiar, a simple act I do several times a day sometimes with others and there’s an element of joy in that. The memories are fond and happy... the taste is exciting and delicious. The feelings are content. I’m content. Everything is right in the world.
But that doesn’t last...
I HATE FOOD. It makes me feel ashamed and guilty, a simple act I do several times a day sometimes with others and what was an element of joy is now taken over by all the disgust in myself and my lack of discipline. The once fond memories are distorted by darkness. It leaves a taste of bitterness. The feelings are negative. I’m negative. Everything is wrong in the world.
The only way to feel better is to find that content feeling I felt, I crave it, I know it exists because I felt it... really I did!
Onto the next binge.
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