And my inner beasty rears its ugly head.
Like so many things we tend to attribute the bad parts of us to outside causes. I was reading a book recently where the main protagonist was fighting against herself in a good vs bad battle to make the right decisions. She called the bad side “the beast” until she realized it was all her.
Such it is with me. Sometimes the beast is calm. I make good food decisions, I eat really well, and enjoy doing so. Other times the beast takes over and I feel out of control, unhappy about it, but seemingly can’t stop it. This cycle builds and builds until I am so irritated, so out of control that I have to bitch slap the beast and start again.
And so it begins again. I do a cleanse. I restart my good habits, clean eating, listening to my foods rules that the beast so easily eschews. This lasts longer and longer as I have built in this cycle starting from strength.
Sometimes I think the beast is dead. I think I am so strong now I can handle anything. But then something so simple trips me up and I eat something I wouldn’t usually eat and it then another and then another.
It is really frustrating to wish that food could just be the energy to provides my body the strength to do the things that makes me appreciate living in me. Once again I have to sit back, think about how to build from strength and appreciate the weakness so that cycle can be stronger this time and perhaps I can learn, make adjustments and do it again better.
I love the clean part so. I love the calm in my brain. I must remember not to feel such a fraud. I am not perfect. Who is? I am on this path. Every moment of my life has brought me here. What can I learn from this to take me into the future with love?