taking better care of my dog than myself!

Last week, our Willow wasn't acting like herself. She was withdrawn, quiet, lethargic, hardly eating or drinking, & uninterested in her normal motivators. The only time I could get her to smile was on our hikes which she would retreat from with sleep. I was scared & nervous because I had no idea what was wrong until I found a shredded magic eraser in one of her hiding places.

My husband & I were relieved at finding out it wasn't toxic, but it had me questioning why she would have done this in the first place. If I'm being honest here, I'm wondering that often about her. I mean I'm constantly questioning why she begs for the very foods that make her consistently ill. It baffles me that this 4 legged creature is smart enough to obey commands, communicate her needs to me without speaking English, & knows instinctively what time my kids come home from school yet is completely clueless over what foods make her ill. Who & what voluntarily eats a magic eraser?! It sounds as ridiculous as the pregnant women that lick windows due to a lack of iron.

Why do I want more for my dog than I do myself?

While I was judging Willow for her poor food choices & questioning her intelligence, I was quickly reminded of my poor food choices which of course made me evaluate my own intellect, lol. At 46 years young I feel like a dog when it comes to food because I fight with myself daily about eating what I want that I know will make me sick & eating what my body needs that isn't as appealing, convenient, or comforting. It's quite alarming to logically realize that I take better care of my dog than myself! I don't let her eat things that I know will make her sick no matter how much she begs, yet I constantly make justifications for myself & eat foods that cause inflammation in my body, bloating, exhaustion, and muscle & joint pain, all of which prevent me from being at my best. Sometimes, I even eat to feel the sickness in attempts to feel whole when I eat to feel so full I can hardly stand myself. I'll even admit to allowing myself a carb coma when I have time to nap afterwards. But I would never allow Willow to make such poor decisions for herself because I want what is best for her. I want her to feel well & be able to enjoy life as much as possible which leads to a conclusion that warrants the real question, "Why don't I want that for myself?" "Why do I take better care of my dog than I do myself?"

Can you relate to any of this? Do you put others before yourself or do better for everyone else? Do you look for comfort in food, use food for to fill voids in your life, or perhaps self-destruct by intentionally choosing the foods that are slowly killing you or depriving you of the life you want?

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