Every day is a struggle not to overeat, not to binge. I feel like an alcoholic.
My thoughts feel consumed by a monster that I can’t control. Food is my enemy but my lover at the same time. It gives me comfort through all of life’s hard times, but because of that comfort its so easy to overindulge.
I long for that comfort every day. I go through life waging war – sometimes winning battles, sometimes losing.
It all seems so silly sometimes, to be consumed by an object. I mean it is just food right? But yet it also feels like so much more.
Lately my struggle has been so incredibly difficult. I’ve lost 40 pounds which I am so proud of and so grateful for. But I still need to lose 90 more. I haven’t lost weight in a few months and I’m falling back into my old habits. I don’t know what to do and it scares me.
I’m at such a critical point. I can not allow myself to slip into my old ways and undo all the progress I’ve accomplished. But how?
I feel so…
frustrated, confused, hopeless, depressed, disappointed, uninspired, angry
I need your help. Do you have any advice for me?

