Emotional Attachment To Food

I discovered not too long ago that I still have a ways to go before Ive perfected a healthy relationship with food. No this isn't about me making a mistake and falling off the wagon, no things are still going well. But I had a reaction earlier today that made me judge myself. It all had to deal with two pieces of chicken. My mother had 3, but I only had two, and I was upset, I made a big thing over it because in my mind it was the principle.

The truth is it was ridiculous, I only needed the two, and in the end that's all I got. After my weird tiff I sat back and thought to myself so what? Why did that even matter, Ive been dieting and exercising for awhile now and this shouldn't have been a big deal. I should have embraced it, but its almost like for a short time I lost sight what I had been doing, and what I was working for. As much as I've cut back, there still seems to be some deep-seeded attachment to food, and now I know I have to train my mind as much as my body, its just food, no longer is it, or will it be a source for comfort for me.

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