Two things that hit me tonight
- My first memory of my parent’s praising me was after I finished an adult size tostada at a Mexican restaurant. I must have been 4 or 5 at the time. Not saying that they didn’t praise me before this. Just that this is the first clear memory that I have.
This might be the reason I overeat. Why feeling full, make that stuffed, is so tightly linked with feelings of being both loved and accepted.
- I’ve got to stop getting so worked up about stupid stuff like sports when it trips my issues. ‘Nuff said on that for tonight
