Lately, I have been fighting my emotional eating.
You see, every time Choo-choo acts up or throws a fit or even pushes me to tears, I want sweets. I want to stuff my face with anything that tastes like it will make me gain 50 pounds, which in fact already happened to me.
I even plan it out. For example, I think about grabbing some chocolate graham crackers, spreading a thick layer of Nutella on it, and topping it off with a marshmallow or three.
BUT I don’t eat it. No matter how much I daydream about it, even to the point of salivating. I just don’t do it. And I have no answer or reason why. I desperately want it. I know it will taste delicious. It never enters my mouth though.
I wish I could take credit for this resistance, but I’m not sure I really can. All I know is that I have found myself winning the food battle. I am more determined than ever to win the war.