I always thought it was mindless eating, or emotional eating … but now I’m more convinced than ever that I’m just a grazer.
I seem to always have something in my mouth … or be talking. An oral fixation, if you will. My mouth is always moving, always doing something.
This isn’t new. Long before my disordered eating days — in middle school and into high school — my nickname was “Motormouth Melissa.”
In fact, I talked so much back then that my friends teased me about a ten-second rule … where I was supposed to think ten seconds before speaking. (Funny how that’s what I’m learning in therapy: to think before I speak!)