In a women’s circle recently, we were discussing the difference between being happy and being contented. Contented has an old-fashioned sound to it, but the feeling it evoked resonated with all of us. And I realized that on the days I’m contented with my life, I struggle much less with wanting extra food. I’m not looking for food to create that contentment; I already have it.
So I’ve been journaling about where contentment regularly exists in my life (friendships, painting, 12-Step involvement) and where it doesn’t (work schedule, visual clutter in my environment) and taking steps to up my contentment.
How might upping your contentment support your recovery from food addiction?