Food is a Battlefield

Another day of success! The fat better be melting off at this point. Sitting at my kitchen table today during lunch, I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. I was eating cucumbers, bell peppers, green onion, feta, grilled chicken and balsm vin dressing tossed to perfection. In between I would take a swig of my oh so refreshing club soda and lime. It really was satisfying. Not just satisfying to my stomach but also to my mind. It was so nice knowing that I wasn't going to flip out and sink into a depression attack wondering, "how could i ONCE AGAIN be so pathetic and do this to myself!?" Those are horrible thoughts. Not healthy or good in any way. But hey, they were real and they were mine. My goal now is to take action and make choices that will lead me into healthy, positive, and stable thoughts. There is no need to let food control me and get me down. It is there for one purpose and one purpose only...to keep me alive. It is not there to take me to a soaring-through-the-clouds high or a diving-into-the-side-of-a-mountain low. Food is small. It does not own me. It is not the boss of me. It is of little importance. Right? Yowzers...if that is true why did I just flicker off to a tiny fantasy about chocolate cake real quick? THIS IS SO SICK!! I mean, I can't just make this stuff up! And the best part is...I know I'm not alone. I have gotten a handful of emails literally from all over the country from women who are finally realizing that someone else speaks their language.