My relationship with food has been an ongoing affair of sorts. He kept me company when I was alone, he was there when I was sad or happy for that matter, we loved spending the holidays together. I am a food addict, I love buying food,cooking it and eating it. I tried so many times to leave him but he always was there waiting for some sort of emotional turmoil to re-enter my life.
I knew that I had to cut ties with food since I would be starting my two week pre-op all liquid diet. So I decided that I would have a food funeral. It may not have been the best choice going into a strict diet but it was for me. So my fiancé Wattz and I went out to dinner for one last big feast. It was an amazing night we went to Outback and I had steak, crab legs, caesar salad, and a baked potato. I also had a few tequila sunrises and a shot or two of Patron.
Later when we got home I felt guilty for indulging. When I finally had a few minutes to myself I started to re-evaluate my relationship with food. I realized I don’t need food to feel happy, but I do need food to live. I felt relief before going to bed like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Food and I would now have a new understanding that I only would eat healthy and I would control it and it would no longer control me. So onward I go into a new and healthier me!
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