Now, I understand that isn't really a big feat... but for me it is. I am a food addict. I love food. I especially like the food that isn't good for me. At least I did. I told you about the French Fries I had a couple of nights ago and how they didn't taste the way I remembered... well that helped me today when a friend of mine ate some. I just kept thinking how disappointing the fries were the last time I had them and poof... craving gone.
I just found out today however, that starting very soon I will be in my second phase of "fat blasting" mode. Every seven days I will have a cheat meal. I will eat in what my trainer calls a "free for all" with simple carbs. Apparently this is going to trick my body that it doesn't need fat. Hell, he's been dead on so far and he's been wonderful at explaining everything to me. For the first time I'm starting to understand food. How it works. What it does. I have even been trying to research how to read labels. That... I'm not so good at. I know by the end of this... If I take away anything at all (other than my rocking body that is going to come from this work) it will be how amazing good fresh food will be for me.
What I want some of my readers to take away from this is that food is like any other addiction. Instead of alcohol or drugs I use food to get through my day. Stress and depression fueled my addiction to food. I felt almost as if by eating it I would make my problems go away. It didn't, which is what made me eat more. Food was a band-aid. Time to rip the band-aid off then... shall we?
I have complete faith that I will get through this... and when I want something that's not so good for me I can eat in moderation. I will never go back to being this way again. The band-aid is off. Wound fully exposed. Now it's time to let that wound heal.
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