
I finally concluded I am an addict. I am addicted to food and the way it makes me feel. It is my comforter when I have a bad day at work. I cling to it when my family life is out of order. I use it as an outlet because it makes me feel good. My drug of choice is FOOD.
For years, my weight wasn't an issue. After I got married, I became more relaxed, maybe even lackadaisical. I was cooking more and not being as active as I use to; trying to be a good wife. Or at least being the kind of wife others told me I should be. My life changed and it was all about my husband and the children. I didn’t take care of myself. My wants and needs were never a priority. As long as I made sure everyone around me was taken care of, I was content. Food became my hobby but I didn’t realize it until recently. I think it was a form of escapism from being defined as just a wife and mother. I believe in order for me to beat this I have to first figure out how I got here and not make the same mistakes. Then find a solution and execute it. My emotional well being plays a huge part in my physical well being. If I am unbalanced emotionally, everything else is going to be unbalanced. My weight issue is basically mind over matter. When my mind is right, I can tackle any issue as well as this one. I pride myself in being a strong willed person and when I set my mind to it; I do it. I know I can get my weight under control. This issue, just like any other thing else I face in life, is going to take patience and dedication.
God blessed us all with one body. If we don’t take the time to treat it like a prized possession, it will only give back to us, what we put into. It is my responsibility to be respectful of my temple. Just like I don’t abuse it with drugs or over indulge in alcohol; I can’t abuse it with unhealthy foods. I am on a journey to living a healthier life because I owe it to my body, mind and spirit.



