Gosh I just realised I have been tagged recently, I didn't see those. Sorry, I must seem self-absorbed at the minute. Probably going to sound even more so but wanted to share my thoughts from being AWOL.
Going off MJ and being able to eat has been delicious and very comforting, especially given a) pain and b) being housebound and c) crap weather. Felt like I was making conscious decisions and also, stuffing my face.
I am still on the fence about lifelong MJ but it seems when I'm off it for a few weeks the appetite returns and the enjoyment is in hyperdrive.
I think, I hope it's a symptom of my life as a whole. My life is half full - a lot of hard work, but some of it I enjoy. My daughter needs a lot of time and support. My son is quite self-contained and is running on different software, he's very kind and funny but he's got this confidence in himself. He's at home in there. I don't know what that's like.
We go to gigs and shows, we aren't hermits, but I've lived with anxiety for a long time and it has made my world small. My enjoyment in life comes from compulsive shopping or comfort eating, and if I pull the plug on one I'm all in on the other. If I don't do either, the sense of loss and emptiness is unmanageable.
I am also not very proud of the holier-than-thou feeling attached to the loss of appetite. The falsely enhanced sense of worth because I'm not eating half of what's on my plate. Yes, I grew up in the 80s and 90s, why do you ask?
Do I just need loads of therapy? I feel like I need structure and hobbies that aren't food, shopping or alcohol. I need joy.