I’ve been out of touch with my body long enough that I don’t notice hunger or thirst until something goes seriously wrong. Like when I became so malnutritioned I couldn’t walk.
I spent a long (looong) time in hospital because of my mental health, and they feed you by the clock there. I get up, go for a walk, then I make a point of eating some cereal. It’s npt gonna feel good, or bad, but it’s time for breakfast, so that’s what I do.
Lunch and dinner time is pretty much the same. I make a point of throwing some vegetables and protein in, pretty much whatever form is easiest. Eating is something I do because it’s an essential part of my recovery.
And that’s exactly what my self talk is when it comes round to eating time, 3 times a day. It’s what one of my previous Ts used to tell me: Ragdoll, you can’t have a healthy mind without a healthy body.
It’s a judgment free, simple statement of fact. I’m committed to my recovery, but i have a hard time with self-care because of the schemas involved. So I keep it really simple. What have I put into my body today that is going to help my recovery? Have I treated my body like it’s something that needs to recover and heal as well? Because, like the T said, if I want a healthy mind, I need a healthy body.
Oddly, I think that over the period of time I’ve been telling myself that each day? I think it has helped repair the fairly disastrous relationship that I used to have with my body. I now kind of appreciate that my body is an integral part of my recovery, it’s part of the Ragdoll team, and it needs healing like the rest of me.