One day.... my emotions will not dictate the kinds of food or amount of food that I eat. I will not want to stuff my face with food when I've had an argument with someone. I will not get a snack in the middle of the afternoon because I'm bored with the work that I have to do. I will not want to down a soda because someone made a disparaging remark about me, or my weight. I will not eat my boredom. I will not eat my anxiety. I will not eat my treats.
I will not eat my treats. I will do, or give, or buy myself something instead.
One day.. when step on the scale and see I've lost weight, I will not subconsciously freak out and eat poorly for the next three days, and then have to make up for lax eating.
One day... hopefully... my TOM wont dictate my eating for two weeks. Stupid hormones.
One day, I will look back on this journey and be glad that I began. Be happy I arrived. And be humbled by this strong body. That I already have. I just have to uncover it and set it free.
LR