Hi JP,
I've been thinking about your question about how I feel when I eat foods that a part of me judges to be bad and I have to say to me the emotions seem very subtle. I think some of the emotions that I am aware of feeling when I eat foods that a part of me judges to be wrong could be a sense of failure, a sense of powerlessness and a part of me also rationalizes that it's no big deal, just a bit won't hurt and tomorrow I'll stop for real .
When I'm very controlling a part of me feels a sense of comfort, a sense of identity and purpose, an invigorated sense of triumph, a sense of hope and potential about who I could be. I feel like there is also a feeling of punishment maybe towards being out of control and so the control is a punishment to a part of me and vice versa the out of control is a punishment towards the control. Definitely I find that the controlling food works until a part of me feels trapped and like it's a forbidden fruit and then a part of me really wants to eat it.
A part of me is definitely curious why a part of me is defiant/compliant to the control or maybe it represents a deeper defiance/compliance acted out with food? Definitely a hidden agenda is a part of me is controlling food to become perfect and maybe another hidden agenda is to be a complete failure. Maybe a part of me is acting out a childhood memory where food was used as a way to control the child in me and little Gaby is maybe very angry that food which she needed for survival was used as a way of manipulating her behaviour/her feelings where she perceived the choice to be between being authentic and being fed which would therefore mean survival. But then another part of me thinks that desserts wouldn't have been necessary for survival...
If I'm reading your thoughts on boundaries it makes alot of sense to me and if I'm going back to the food thing from what I understand Bradshaw says that as a child we get our boundaries from our parents, I think, and maybe then if my parents were not aware of their boundaries and transferred them onto little Gaby maybe she felt violated as she didn't have a choice about them and then maybe it's not really about food maybe it's more about feeling like she was imprisoned for not ever knowing why??
ANd looking at your thoughts on my thoughts about projections I think a part of me reads this and is comforted with the uncertainty and the space it creates and I think another part just feels like to be in control/for my survival I need certainty, I need black and white, right and wrong, not shades...I hear ya,to live I need certainty and uncertainty maybe the balance of night and day...and maybe that's what's needed for the earth to turn acknowledgment and acceptance that for half the world it is night and half the world it is day...(hidden agenda, a part of me thought this last line would make me sound really cool :)
I appreciate your thoughts JP, Thanks!