So, I have found the past couple of weeks particularly challenging when it comes to evening snacking.
I stop, contemplate if I am actually hungry (answer: no) and then try to understand why it is that I want to snack. I haven't figured it out completely, but I think I am homing in on the answer.
So, needless to say there have been some slip-ups. However, I am not done with this journey, not by a long shot. This is a process and I am working with my therapist to find a way to be healthy inside and out.
I refuse to beat myself up when I make an error in judgement. I *am*, however, asking my husband to hide the peanut butter jar somewhere!