Sometimes

I know the right thing but cannot seem to wrap my head around doing it. I managed fairly well this trip. No weight gained, a fair amount of walking, not enough but not too bad.

I knew the rootbeer floats were something to avoid, so I ate/drank 3. It was not particularly brillant. The first one was deliscous but the other 2 were just because everyone else was having them. I cannot do that. It set me headed in the wrong direction. Each choice is a choice not only for living longer but enjoying that life.

It is about finding new ways to deal with old issues that crop up on occasion. It is about loving me just as I am as I strive to change a few things. It is about not using addiction as an excuse. I would not accept your choice to be a drug addict as anything but self destructive. I quit smokig. I know addiction. I am one. Now I will learn to eat like a grown woman not an addict.

Yes, there will be times that I blow it. I accept that. I do not accept that I can allow food to rule my life.