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Since running off the rails I lost this concept. When I said “Fuck it, I am through”, I threw out all my truisms along with the baby and the bathwater. I really did abandon all hope. Today I am beginning to restore this little room in my heart-mansion.

My thoughts lie to me. My body does not.

Before this Sober journey,I had a saying, I made it up myself from experience. I’d say it to myself and to those I care about, “It matters where your body is”.


THIS IS What I Meant:“Your thoughts will lie to you. They will tell you eating a quart of ice cream is a good idea & then after you do it, they will tell you that you should be ashamed of yourself. Your body-mind cannot lie, it’s the tension you feel in your body when you are around certain people, the upset stomach you get when you are in a stressful situation, the tightness in your chest you get when someone or something makes you uneasy, etc… When you pay attention to your bodies cues instead of your thoughts you can decipher which situations make you FEEL good which will guide you only to things that are ultimately going to make you more fulfilled and happier.”

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