Dear Food,
You called my name just before midnight last night.
I devoured that ham and cheese sandwich.
**sigh**
We can’t keep doing this…you and I. Don’t you see?
Our relationship needs to be healthy and limited. I am using you for all the wrong reasons.
When I am sad, I turn to you.
When I am bored, you amuse me.
When I am nervous, you calm me.
When I quit smoking, Food…you were there for me.
But Food, enough is enough. When I use you, I feel bad about myself. I feel unhealthy and out of control.
I know you never meant to become a crutch in my life, but I have to let you know that is exactly what happened.
Please don’t take this the wrong way Food. I still need you in my life, but at a healthier level.
You can’t be that piece in my life that comforts me on all my hidden emotional levels.
I need you to work with me as I set boundaries and learn other ways of coping.
Please don’t feel rejected, it’s not you…it’s me.
-Sarah
