First, I lost 30 pounds the wrong way
I was going through an extremely stressful period of life, and instead of packing on more pounds (which is my tendency during turmoil), I lost my appetite altogether. I’d go far too long without a reasonable meal. I also was trying to bring my spending down to almost nothing, so I’d opt for 50-cent packages of ramen noodles or rice. Not fun!
The 30 pounds—which I’d gained over years of trying to numb sadness with food—disintegrated in a rapid 3 months. This put me in danger of boomeranging the other direction once I got back on my feet. Enter: intuitive eating, which has saved my relationship with food—and with myself.
DISCLAIMER: I am now recovering from a restrictive eating disorder. Read about that here and here, and then read on with caution. I no longer believe that Intuitive Eating is actually all that intuitive. It just turns into another set of rules to follow and can be incredibly triggering.