Non-Negotiable

I try to be very aware of my urges and those ugly voices of emotional eating.  I was thinking about how easy it was not just at the first year but even years 2 and 3.  Fast forward to today and it is different.  I compared back then with now. Earlier post op, yet far enough out to rely more on myself and my healthy habits, emotional eating wasn't an option.  I just didn't go there.  It wasn't an option that I considered.  What I thought about was that emotional eating over an uncomfortable emotion or situation was non-negotiable.  I believe that no emotion or external cir****tance is stronger than I am.  There was a post on another message board that asked if you are interested or committed.  Just that question refocused me on a few years ago to today.  I've decided that is the difference.  I was committed; today and moving forward, I choose to be aware and honor my commitment.  I just needed to share with you. Thanks, Cathy

Cathy, what a beautiful message, thank you so very much.

Hi Cathy... Thanks for the "food" for thought! I am INTERESTED IN MY COMMITMENT or COMMITED TO MY INTEREST.  Either way....AT ONE YEAR OUT....I AIN'T GOIN' BACK TO FAT!! Hugs, Lora

The early years where the easiest for me.  Life was great and I was so involved with other people. Then reality struck and complacence set in. I've thought about this for a long time, of why the weight gain for me. Here is my thinking. I've always asked this question to new people in support group, never expecting to get an answer, and never have gotten one. I think at this time in my life I found an answer. What do you do when people stop saying nice things to you? what do you do when the compliments of your weight loss stop? Your freinds and family can only tell you so many times of how great your doing, how wonderful you look, how your life is good. When that stops, what is left? new friends? they don't know the old you, so that won't help. I think that at year 3 when it is easiest to gain back is when this all took place for me. Even though I was active with dance and other things, the boredom of just being dull set in and in order to comfort me, I ate, but if I had chosen the right foods to feed that hunger that would have been a different story. I chose carbs. Why? well, being short of monies from not being employed and now divorcing, carbs are cheap, carbs fill you up. Carbs became my friend. The ugly voices I hear are the only voices I hear, they are my only friends I have. I have no friends  per se. So these voices keep me company and help me stay in the comfort of depression. Think I'm rambling now....sorry.

Cathy....good post......I definately want to stay commited to the promise I made  to myself. To keep this weight off and never to go back to who I was. I pray I will be able to do that years from now!! Hugs, connie d