For years, especially in the last six months, I found myself sneaking food into the house, like pepsi and oatmeal cream pies (even though I don't like them!) to self medicate. I was feeling incredibly unhappy with a lot of things in my life, especially my body, and as I know many of us do, I ate to try and comfort myself. Finally, I pretty much whacked myself in the head and decided that enough was enough. I needed to stop going to the store for junk all together. (Not to mention feeling embarassed being a fat chick buying junk food!) I threw out all trash I had hidden around the room, went on a total cleaning spree, and am so very glad that I did it.
I'm going to say I don't have junk cravings or days I just want to eat like crap, because I do, and often, but now that it's not ruling over my days and I feel that I'm the one in control rather than the binge urge, I feel I'm over that hurdle. (If only I could get over another one that would allow me to enjoy mowing the lawn! Ugh!)
