Food is my addiction

" When we chose to admit to ourselves that we had a problem and we become willing to seek support and help, we gave that hope a place to grow."  I love this line from the Addiction Recovery manual.  I guess that is what this blog is to me.  It is a place for me to learn and grow while I share my story with others.  I do want people to know that I am not writing this as an accountability.  I love to talk and so I am hoping that talking about my addiction and sharing with you what I learned over a week will help others too.   So my first week at acknowledging my food addiction was an eye opener.  There were moments that I would forget what I was doing and eat something that I didn't need.  I would then think "what are you doing"  One very positive note for my week was worked really hard to not over eat.  I stopped when I was full.  That is really big for me.  Finishing the food on my plate was something that I always had to do...

Last year in 2015 I set out to lose weight.  I had a plan and I did awesome.  I followed my plan for 6 months and then I went on a trip with my husband and my plan got lost.  I thought for sure I had found a plan that I could do and I could finally make changes to my eating style that would become a part of me forever.  On that trip I stuck to my plan for 1 week, the second week I just wanted to eat what I wanted and didn't want to think about eating healthy and exercise. I just wanted to do what ever and not worry about what went into my mouth.  Well that was a bad idea because once I got home all my bad habits that I quit for 6 months came back to me and the next 6 months I gained back everything I had lost in the previous 6 months.  WHY? I ask myself this every time I put a donut into my mouth.  Every time I eat junk that I know will make me feel crappy(sorry no other way to say it) as soon as I eat it. In the last 6  months I have come to the ...