Why are so many of us casual with the love, acceptance and approval received without reservation from people who love us yet we go crazy seeking love, acceptance, and approval from places and people who do not want/have it to give?
I have been trying to make a friend of this disease of compulsive overeating and food addiction - to tame it; get it to like me and then maybe, if I can do that, perhaps it would stop hurting me. I use the excuse one bite is not too much or it will be fine as long as I do that workout and then walk an extra three miles or, God help us, I rationalize 'that chocolate bar is fine because it is 87% dark, organically grown, blessed chocolate.
My crazy relationship with food addiction is similar to the fictional followers of Voldemort. They like feeling in some way powerful because their evil lord calls on them to do his bidding. They know he is fatally dangerous but they bow to him and try to be in his favor so that he will not harm them. Of course as Harry Potter fans all know, no one is safe with Voldemort. As we all need to remember: no one is safe playing with the disease of food addiction and compulsive overeating.
I need to be aware that this disease is like the poisonous snake who bit the kind mammal who was carrying it across the river. I need to always be aware that I cannot change its nature. This disease will always be the enemy. There is no way to make it anything else. When I want to eat things that taste yummy but infect my body and spirit with a sickness that takes away from my life it is like trusting Voldemort will let me go unscathed. It is like trusting the poisonous snake with my life. How foolish is that?
Food addiction and I cannot be friends or even frenemies. I have to respect its power but I do not have to pay it homage. I need to give it a wide berth and not get caught in its painful, deadly grasp.
Another term from Harry Potter takes on a new meaning in this analogy. The close followers of Voldemort are very aptly named - Deatheaters.