Today wasn’t bad. So far…[cue ominous music]
I managed to control myself almost at morning tea at work, and just had one biscuit.
That’s an achievement for me. Normally I’d have had three or four, and be looking around for the next one.
I’m starting to think before I eat. Sounds obvious, right? But it hasn’t been obvious for me for a few years now, and I need to rethink everything I know to do with food.
I’m trying to understand the why of my food habits. That’s not an easy thing to do when you’re not exactly twenty any more.
I’m also asking for help, which is a new thing for me and definitely not something I find easy. My OA group – and my husband and kids – are with me. All I need to do is ask when the going gets tough.
I’m starting to realise that life is too hard to do it alone.
fit, fed and fasted 