The portion of Chapter 4 that struck me is on Page 49:
"...you may discover that the single biggest problem standing between you and a thin body has to do with your harsh view of yourself...the measurement of your interior self has a lot more to do with the
measurement of your waist then you might realize...The emotions that your mind transforms into phantom hunger all connect to your interior life, with self-doubt as the central organizer. If food has become your major mood-regulating mechanism, you'll find yourself overeating every time your mood slips, every time you feel you don't measure up, every time you think you or your life aren't good enough."
I can be compassionate and sympathetic to my friends. They can tell me something they did and I will reassure them that they are still good people. However, I cut myself no slack. When I decide I have done something wrong (which I often do), I am a condemned woman. I can't believe I did such and such, or how I could have been so stupid, or what the heck was the matter with me, or why didn't I...on and on and on.
What a vicious circle: Why can't you eat less? Why can't you restrain yourself...which generates more eating.
Page 56: "You've assimilated Harriet's harsh and unfair criticisms as basic truths about yourself, the proof of your badness and your defectiveness. But now you've given Harriet an ordinary mortal name and taken her down a notch, so you can begin exploring whether or not she's telling the truth."
Even in the midst of Harriet's harangues, I know that I am "...an intelligent, self-contained, functioning adult..." (Page 55)
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