Obsession: fixation, ruling/consuming passion, passion, mania, idée fixe, compulsion, preoccupation, infatuation, addiction, fetish, craze, hobby horse; phobia, complex, neurosis
Whatever we seek in order to feel worthy, safe and fully nourished will most likely become an obsession, for all of us, on a deep level, need to feel whole and complete.
If your self-worth comes from how you look or the image you believe must be presented to the world, you obsess on your weight and your body. Therefore you’re consumed with diet, the scale and exercise in an effort to achieve a perceived level of perfection. Your relationship with food is mired in fear and confusion. You likely restrict and feel drawn to the latest diet fad, which may work, until it doesn’t.
If your self-worth is determined by wealth and material success, you pursue money to feel “enough”, safe, and complete—you’ll be ruled by, and obsessed with work, believing you have “to do it all” in an effort “to have it all.” Your relationship with food will reflect your fear of not enough, never being satisfied, leading to over eating. Your consumption with work results in fast, mindless eating.
If your self-worth relies on what you give to others, you pursue approval or praise to feel whole, safe and complete—you’ll be ruled by, and obsessed with the judgments of others, putting yourself last. You may not eat when you’re hungry as you’re tending to the needs of others. When you finally stop to feed your needs, you often find yourself binging out of hunger, exhaustion or stress relief.
Who Are You As An Eater?
The true path to wholeness, safety and a fully nourished life is one that’s connected to your soul, your deepest sense of self. In that sacred place, there is love and respect. If you’ve lost you way, it’s begging to be re-claimed. Trust me, I know. The greatest gift of my recovery from 20+ years of disordered eating and addictive behaviors, was to learn I was worthy, valuable and lovable through the light and the darkness; that I could fall and rise up even taller than before; that the enormity of my presence on this blessed earth had nothing to do with the size of my body. For all those years food had become the vehicle with which I chose to act out in an effort to control what I felt I had no control over – my feelings, my worthiness and my body. When I chose recovery, I learned to accept food as nourishment and information for my body; what came next was learning that I could find joy and freedom as well.