Just a quick update. I'm desperately wanting to eat right now. But I've already had dinner and I'm not even remotely hungry. I just want to eat. I don't know why. Just the thought of putting some sort of food in my mouth (preferably some sort of bread or fried starch) brings such pleasure and delight to my soul. YUCK! That pitiful. Sad. Shameful.
But I thought that writing about the feelings may help them go away. Or at least help me figure out why I'm feeling this way. On a positive note, I did make a better choice for dinner on my way to work. Instead of picking up my favorite chicken strip dinner from Sonic (with tots, gravy and soda) -- I picked up a boneless grilled chicken breast from KFC with mashed potatoes. And I only ate half of the biscuit. I just threw the other half out the window. That was a BIG step for me.
I will do this. I have to keep telling myself that. I can accomplish my goal, through Christ who strengthens me. Despite my setbacks, I have to believe that I can eat properly and exercise. "We live by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7