I was at the grocery store yesterday doing my Christmas shopping. Not far from me I heard a child ask, "Mommy, why are you buying so much junk food?" The mommy answered, "Because it's Christmas."
I turned and looked, and sure enough was an overfilled cart with all kinds of junk. Obviously the kid wasn't used to his mom buying so much of it. It's weird to me that so much of our celebrating is wrapped up in eating crap.
I was at my husband's office on Friday. There was lots of food everywhere in anticipation of the holiday. Someone offered me some, and I said no thanks. Then she said, "Oh yeah, you are being really good."
It was such a strange statement. Being good has nothing to do with it-- it's a life or death situation. Am I being "good" when I choose not to drink a bottle of poison?
My mother-in-law who has been incredibly supportive of my recovery has even forgotten a couple of times in the last couple of days that I don't eat dessert. She's so consumed by the thought of it, that she has food on the brain instead of family.
I am so very thankful that I have an OA meeting to go to on Christmas eve. I'm looking forward to it very much. The meeting that I went to on Thanksgiving helped a lot.
I'm committing to you all my abstinence for this holiday. I will only eat at my planned meal times. I will not overeat. I will not eat desserts. I just visualized the meals that I will have over the next two days. I'm set.
Thanks for being here.

I am definately noticing the craziness affecting my eating habits, and I need all the support that I can get.