I had a realization today. Not an "ah-ha" moment, but something just clicked.
I'm addicted to food. Honest to God addicted to food. It's a relatively new term--or at least the professionals are thinking maybe this is a thing. Well, I can already say--hey, it's a thing. At least a drug addict can abstain from drugs. An alcoholic can abstain from booze. A cigarette smoker can...well you get the picture. I'm not saying it's easy, but they can distance themselves. But a food addict? Um, I still need to eat.
So, anyway, let me get back to that non-"ah-ha" moment I was speaking of. I was talking about how three years ago was when I made the mistake of having a Halloween party in the midst of my weight loss journey. I was down nearly 90 pounds. I was feeling awesome. And then the party. And the food. And that was it. I've gained 60 pounds in the last three years.
Later in the day I was getting ready to dish up some delicious tomato bisque that my dad made and I panicked because an unexpected person wanted some soup. But, what if there wasn't enough for everyone now? What if I didn't get as much as I wanted? I legit panicked.
This isn't normal. This is not healthy. Something's gotta give.
