Food is a powerful drug. It’s addictive. It makes you feel good… then sometimes bad. It pulls you in – it begs to be taken. It speaks to me. It calls to me.
Unlike drugs, I can’t stop taking food. I have to eat to live. How do I learn to eat to live instead of eating food that’s killing me?
I’m like an addict that just wants one hit, one line, one bite, one more. Just a little, just this once. I’ll be clean tomorrow.