Forgiving myself... How should I put it? When you have anxiety, when you have insomnia, those are parts of yourself. In the course of my road to recovery over my anxiety, I've given it a name, Sterling. The thing as much as I hate Sterling - and believe me I hate him - I need to realize that he's me or part of me, and that in a way he's trying to keep me safe by making me worried about dozens of different things all the time. I don't have to like it, and I still want to get rid of him, but in that perspective, in the perspective of an overactive brain who's fear centers are misfiring, I forgive him, I forgive myself, or at least I'm trying to. Forgiveness is hard, especially for something that's making you miserable. 

I am able to appreciate what I am eating and I feel like I can really taste it. Life just seems slower and easier. I am much my present and focused on just eating instead of diverting my attention elsewhere.