Tales of a (Recovering) Disordered Eater

After reading my Cravings, Sweet Cravings entry this week, my mom e-mailed me with some thoughts she had that really hit home.

Sometimes I think it’s amazing how my family and friends can sometimes make me see things about myself that therapy didn’t unearth.

Anyway, she said thinks sometimes I am like a Depression Era survivor, like my grandmother (her mom, my dear Bubby!) who hoarded/stock-piled food, as if the stuff might never be there again. When she died they found more canned goods than most soup kitchens probably have access to — but they were all expired. (more…)