When you’re feeding a mental or emotional hunger with physical food, it’ll be neverending.

Something that’s helped me a lot recently is realizing that for a long time, my body was sending me satiety signals, trying to communicate with me, and I dismissed it in favor of quieting something else in my mind. It then had no choice but to quietly shuffle things around to where they needed to go, working as hard as it could behind the scenes to make sure I didn’t kill myself with food, creating fat stores that were less harmful than having all that sugar in my blood, basically until it was completely exhausted itself, ignored, neglected, and beginning to fail.

In order to make up for my mistakes, I have to honor what these physical processes are telling me and place them at the same level as my mental and emotional health. All of them have to be in balance, and if we don’t try our best to make that change, there’s no hope.