I live between fearing doom and wishing for it.

You are lovable, you are loving; your choices about food will reflect that, if you give yourself a chance.

Compulsive eating is only the symptom; believing that you are not worth your own love is the problem. Go for the love. You will never be sorry.

It's never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels. We don't want to EAT hot fudge sundaes as much as we want our lives to BE hot fudge sundaes. We want to come home to ourselves.

If you treat your feelings with as much love as you treat your dog or your cat or your child you'll feel as if you were living in heaven.

We're always looking for the Big Love, the Big High, the next Big Thing to happen. We miss what's in front of us.

You can be aware of your past without being it.