There ARE multiple "me's" in this battle. I do not like all of them.

I KNOW there is a me that can be thin, I was her once. I LOVE her. I love how hard she worked to get there, and I LOVE how she looked in jeans, and in mirrors.

I have to believe that is the real me. I don't know why this other me, 40 lbs bigger has taken over. I guess it's because this me likes chocolate chip (and oatmeal, and sugar) cookies too much. This weekend this evil version of me consumed about 20 chocolate chip cookies.

The real me got up this morning and made a detailed menu at Fitday.com to stick to, and real me knows I can do it. Cookie me will try to show her head later and I will have to beat her off with a stick, but I may reward her with a trip to get my eyebrows waxed if she doesn't eat any...then maybe some sugar free jello!!

I think knowing there are conflicting parts of ourselves helps us through this. It's takes the blame off the world and lays it in my lap. It is no one's fault but mine that I am the way I am. I am the only one sabatoging myself by eating 20 cookies, and I am the only one who remembers it and feels bad about it today.

We just have to find a way to let the positive rule us, and let all the negative relationships with food go....

I let mine go about twice a week, but then I find them too. I'm looking to let it all go forever!

I am laughing and agreeing to most of what all of you have said. I think that my "thin" me has been in a coma somewhere or the "fat" me has duct taped her to a huge doughnut or something.

I really can say I NEED the "thin" me to come back out and dust off those cob webs. I think its time for the "Thin" me to duct tape the "Fat" me to a celery stalk or something! lolllllllllll.

Anyway, yes like everybody else has said, you are definately NOT alone!

The bad me feeds off sugar. If I don't give her sugar (or overly processed carby, salty foods) she goes away. The second she gets a nibble of something sweet, WAMMO, she's up and screaming. I cut out the sugar and crap, it's like snuffing a candle - no crazy cravings.