Week 25 +1
I realized something this week; I have a food addiction. I am an addict. There, I admitted it. That's the first step, right? I don't know why this never occurred to me before. Maybe it did, but it was never as obvious to me as it was this weekend. On Friday, we were visiting my parents, who are also changing their diet and losing weight, and upon inspection of the pantry I found stale Frito Scoops and an 2 unopened jars of cheese dip. This completely baffled me because I can not comprehend having anything in the house long enough to go stale. And the
UNOPENED jars of cheese dip that my mother claims have been there for months confused me. It felt like I was hearing a foreign language to hear both of my parents state that they "never think about the food in the pantry" and how it "doesn't bother them to have that stuff in the house". What? WHAT? My brain does not work like that. When we started this whole thing, I had to clean out my refrigerator, freezer and pantry to get rid of anything that I shouldn't be consuming. The thought of something that I shouldn't have just sitting in the pantry would be too much for me. I would have to either eat it or toss it. I have no self control when it comes to food and that's why I can't have chips or cookies or any other evil goodness in our house. I can't eat just one or even just a handful. I have to finish the bag of chips or the box of cookies as quickly as possible so that I can "start fresh". So when I hear people talk about how that box of peanut butter ice cream bars have been in their freezer for 6 months, it just doesn't make sense to me. That experience at my parent's house this weekend opened my eyes, big time. I have a serious problem. Food addiction has always been a problem for me and I will struggle with it for the rest of my life. It feels powerless to be so out of control with food. Now that I am able to recognize my weaknesses, I hope to gain more self control and self respect.
