I have a REAL problem with FOOD. When I feel like binging, I become another person. It feels as if someone else lived in my body and that someone gets out, looks at every effort I've been making and decides: "All that doesn't matter. I'm going to binge and destroy it. I don't care." In such situations, I have endless "conversations" with myself, trying to reason myself, trying hard to convince myself not to do it.
This thread will remind me, when I get to goal, of the daily (epic) battles these are.
So today, dark clouds gathered, the peculiar smell of a heavy rain about to fall was all around me. Winds blowing, good programs on T.V. My normal (fat) self thought about ordering some hot, heavy and tasty dinner so I could spend the evening cuddled on my bed watching a good program. My emerging healthy self said: rain or no rain, I'll be slim by the end of the year. So I went for my veggies and fish.