Is food really comforting me?
So I’m driving to Wendy’s to get a salad….I already had it mapped out. I would get a salad and drink water and go right back to work. But as I sat in the drive-thru….looking at the Porky’s stand filled with barbecue and ribs, smelling the smells of a Fourth of July cookout….my mind starts to wonder about how I pissed I was about this and that. Suddenly, my stomach whispered through my body “You know, you should really order that chicken sandwich. You know you like them…they are your favorite”…and by the time I reached the window, I had paid for a chicken sandwich. I let my MIND tell me I would enjoy it, my STOMACH just co-signed. And once I ate it, I felt bad about making the wrong choice. Am I addicted to food? Is food really comforting me? How do I get out of this abuse I’m putting myself through? There are times when I am really doing well, but if there is more than an ounce of conflict going on in my life, I let food take charge. I can admit that there is an issue there, I just don’t know how to correct it. Guess what….my problems are still here!
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