Set Some Limits, Girl!!

I’m usually a go all out, push forward, don’t stop kind of girl.  Oh my goodness, it hit me like a ton of bricks this morning:  I have GOT to set some limits.  Over Christmas break and during this snow, all I did was eat, eat, eat.

While I was sick, I was unable to eat or drink. I longed for anything. I felt so deprived and sad. Eating is a comfort for me. I have always struggled with my weight and body image. Food is an addiction for me. It always has been. I have used food, in the past, as a way to sooth whatever was happening in my life at the time: a test, a breakup, death of a loved one, divorce, boredom, financial stress… There are so many things.

Over the last few months, I have let my “eating to cope” get out of hand.  Today, I know I have to set limits.  I “choose” to make better decisions about the things I put into my body.  I “choose” to live better. I “choose” to set limits.