For years i would eat and eat... i was eating to try to get pleasure/love out of the food that was never coming. When i saw the plate going low i would run and get more before i ran out.
Why?.... why i dont know.
i have a loving hubby and son... my son who would love for me to get in the floor and play with him but i would be so stuffed i couldnt move. It would hurt to walk after eating... even breathe i would eat so much.
When hubby and son were done eating i would take their plates bck into the kitchen... and if anything was left i would pick it clean.... thou they didnt see me.
I would cry when i looked at myself... if i dared. I hated buying clothes, i loved my job was BEHIND a desk. i hated summer coming... i couldnt hide in my long winter coat.
Finally my hubby got sick of his weight ( he has a lower BMI then me) but he also started a job at a meat processing plant that has made him sick of red meat.
Finally he will eat the healthy food that i always wanted to eat but wouldnt buy because it would rot before it got eaten. Now together we are loosing... and my need to over feed is gone.
it is really wild.... i can remember wanting to eat and eat and eat.... now i just dont... with no trouble.... i hope it stays like this.
By no means was my over eating my husbands fault.... but he does have a strong effect on me clearly.... he is my best friend and my one true love.. having a friend help you is so insparational.
Find some to fill the void of food.... for me it is God and my husband.


