Then it all went downhill... I started a new job, and it is in the mall. I have two words for you all... Food Court... But I told myself for lunch that I would eat at Subway, drink my water and have an apple. Well, that didn't happen.
The line at Subway was soo long and my break was only a half an hour. I wouldn't have had time to get my sandwich, eat and get back to work. So anyway, what did I have? Pizza. A HUGE piece of pizza. And a small root beer. So not what I needed.Then I got into a fight with someone very special to me - I mean, it was more like a misunderstanding, but it really upset me. So what did I do?? I turned to food. I went and got a mini bag of honey bbq Fritos, a Mountain Dew, and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (in the shape of a Christmas tree) I drank all the soda, ate half the bag of chips, and all of the pb cup.
Why?? Because I was upset. Like that isn’t bad enough, I was upset over nothing. We ended up talking it out and it really was no big deal. Yet my eating made it a big deal… Why do I do this? Why does food have so much control over me? I had been doing so much better. Like I said, I am now down 30 pounds, I can now wear a size 12-14, and I know I look and feel better, yet it still seems that I can’t get the emotional eating thing under control, because for every step forward, it is three steps back.
How do I beat this??


but it's a good analogy for not giving up because of a small stumble. 

I have picked myself up, brushed myself off, and am ready to keep moving on.