I am struggling with a demon that I thought that I had beaten. For many years, I would eat little or eat healthily when with others. I did my high calorie eating in secret. I mean, if no one saw me eating, the calories did not count......., did they? I got up to 300 pounds by eating healthy food, didn't I?
A big part of my process of losing weight was acknowledging and controlling this secret eating. I have found myself slipping into my old way of thinking when under stress. I took a trip to help my parents while my father was in the hospital. During my driving times, I kept wanting to stop and buy junk. I actually thought, "No one will see me." Once my father got home, I kept wanting to get up in the middle of the night to eat. No one would see me then.
Confession is good for the soul and I want to confess that I did some secret eating. However, I could have done a lot more. I thought that this urge would go away when I got back home, but I woke up in the middle of the night just last night, trying to figure out how much of my husband's junk food I could eat without him noticing. Then I remembered that Pepperidge Farm cake in the freezer. I could eat that whole baby and no one would realize it! I didn't do it. I thought about how difficult life was with that extra 100 pounds and forced myself to choose between the food or mobility.
I am an intelligent educated woman with common sense. I know that my body counts calories whether they are eaten in public or in private. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
Anyone else struggle with this?

