I jumped on the scales this morning - 74kg

. I knew I had spent the last month or more stuffing up and avoiding the consequences, but I decided that before I go and undo 2.5 years of good work I had better face the truth.
I feel like a failure at the moment. After all I have learned, and all the good work I have done I still resort to the old me! But I get so bloody tired of counting calories, of working so hard, and feeling like I am treading water.
I'm bored with food - no, that's a lie. As I sat here and wrote those words it hit me like a brick. I'm not bored with food, but that's how it feels. I eat when I'm not hungry, because I THINK I am.
And I HATE it that I've met a woman who has woken me up and made me want something emotionally. Something I very clearly cannot have.
I don't want food to become my comfort, my nurturer, my surrogate lover. I don't want it to be the thing that makes me feel good or bad, happy or sad, I don't want it to make me FEEL anything! I just want it to fuel my body!
I don't know what to do.
But I do know this: It's a very rare thing for me to admit to anyone that I feel emotionally vulnerable, and that I'm sad, and that I wish I could have something I simply can't. And for me to be telling you this… well it makes me feel like there might be a chance I can catch this before it gets too out of hand.
I also know that I will be very, very angry with myself if I let my weight get back up to 75kg. Because I made myself a promise that I would NEVER allow that to happen.
So I am going to start all over again today. And I will harness my sadness and all these weird feelings I am having, and I will try and use them to help me lose weight again.
I'm sure there's a very important life lesson in here for me somewhere. I can't see it yet, but it's somehow related to being emotionally vulnerable and masking that with food.
How do I do it? How do I be a fat chick who feels very unsafe and not turn to food? I don't know.