Rainy Sunday, here in California. It is a break from the unusaully warm weather we are having. I love rain for lots of reasons. One of them is that my husband, the farmer, is home. Great family time but I have to admit, when we are quiet and hanging out, I notice I think more about food. I think I have some anxiety , always have, in down times maybe waiting for the other shoe to (legacy from growing up in a crazy family). I have always eaten to help with the anxiety.
Today, I have written down my food, weighed in (no change) and am writing here to distract. Funny, how the times I cherish the most are often the most emotional and immediately bring the food thoughts think. Old habits.
I'm happy to have Beck tools so that I don't have two problems: food and anxiety.
Last edited by maryann; 11-07-2010 at 03:09 PM.