Back on the wagon

If you have ever judged someone because of their addiction, try not to do it again. When it occurred to me that I have an issue with food it made it became crystal-clear all that addicts must endure, on a different scale. This week, after far too long, I am finally back on the wagon. And 'rehab' is a bumpy ride.

We all have our own 'addictions' whether they drive us to steal, overeat, cheat, or hurt others, an addiction is an addiction. I know my issues with eating began when I was a child, it basically became my anxiety calming go-to. But I also know it's very easy for me to fall into a trance with food if I don't control myself OR if I am in a bad place emotionally. With so many other things falling together in my
29th year it's high time I get a grip, a firm grasp on this eating/food thing.

So back to Weight Watchers I go...again. WW is the only thing that has worked for me and left me feeling in control of food. I like control, I'm a Virgo, I'm a woman, sue me. Today was Day 1 and it went okay. I even worked out. It's 10:20 pm and I'm not hungry and I don't feel deprived. Tomorrow I just hope to make fewer "Hm, what could I eat now?" visits to the kitchen pantry. I'm not hungry, I just have this terrible habit of looking in there for something, anything to munch on. I was able to ask myself - each time - WHY am I in here? I'm not hungry!

I figure I'll do this for a month and see if I gleen any food wisdom that allows me to shed a pound (or five). It's high time I scratch the "Lose 20 pounds" off my list. If you read about my success here, lucky ME, and if you don't...well here's to hoping this wagon is sturdier, I never have liked falling off anything.