My Relationship with Food & Money
Now, I’m learning to approach it differently. I write my list, I check my budget, and I try to let the numbers guide me—not the old voice in my head telling me what I ‘should’ or ‘shouldn’t’ eat. Milk, eggs, cereal… those aren’t just items. They’re choices I make for myself, for strength, for nourishment.
Meal planning used to feel like punishment. Now, it’s practice—practice in listening to my body, trusting my hunger, and showing up for myself without shame. When I pick snacks or treats, it’s not about control or restriction anymore—it’s about balance, enjoyment, and being honest with myself.
This is more than just a shopping list. It’s a reminder: I can budget my money, I can plan my meals, and I can reclaim my relationship with food. Slowly, day by day, bite by bite, I am learning that I am not defined by the disorder I lived with. I am defined by the care I give myself in the choices I make.”
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