“You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”
I have just eaten enough pizza to satisfy three people and I’m feeling awful for having done it. Awful because my stomach can only hold so much, awful because I know I’m going to pay for eating it (dairy and I have a difficult relationship), and awful because I know I shouldn’t have done it.
This is what my internal monologue looks like:
Me: I feel so sick.
Inner Me: You shouldn’t have eaten so much then!
Me: I know but I really fancied it and I hate wasting food.
Inner Me: You always do this, you know that?
Me: I thought I could do it differently this time.
Inner Me: What, you mean not gorge? We spoke about this, Sam. We spoke about how the last time really was the last time.
Me: I know… I kind of caved though.
Inner Me: You lack discipline; you need to be stricter with yourself.