Friday, January 21, 2011
I was watching a show on hoarders the other day. My heart went out to this woman who valued her "things" more than her relationship with her husband (which was ready to leave her if she didn't get rid of the stuff) Then something hit me......aren't I that way with food? Doesn't this extra weight keep my relationship with my husband at a distance? Do I really want him to touch me the way I should be touched? NO WAY! I'm embarrassed when he feels my rolls and bulges. So, food.....food.....food becomes more important than relationships. It's so sad. I'm glad I saw it for what it is, though. I don't want food to come between me and my husband, my health, my vitality for life, my self esteem or the energy I need to play with my grandchildren. Enough is enough. I want to learn to eat to live not live to eat.