In my life there are always two versions..
The version in my head and the way things are REALLY going. It doesn't happen often, at least to me, that suddenly the two collide and I realize that my life is very different than the way I had originally planned or dreamed it would be.
Now lets not get down, my life is pretty much a cake walk...ya, I like that...a cake walk. I have never lived under a bridge, I have never begged strangers for money, I have never had to walk to get myself to a desired destination and I have never gone hungry...or maybe even been hungry come to think of it, butt now I am getting ahead of myself. As you can clearly see I have a great life. I guess in my head there are only little differences between reality and my dreams. I have my handsome prince, I have my castle, I have my darling children. In my dreams..as in life, I have battled my fair share of dragons..butt who knew that the biggest one for me would be the one thing you have to have to live and sustain your body...I am in a constant fight with FOOD.
I didn't realize I was in a food fight until one day I was looking at pictures of our vacation. Who was that fat chick?? Surely that wasn't me? In my current state of denile I didn't believe even the proof that was placed before my very eyes.. It wasn't until my sweet and VERY honest four year old asked why I had a baby in my belly. I told him that I didn't. His answer was simple.."O, you're just fat then."
Simple and to the point...and through my heart! I ran to the mirror and for the first time I really saw what he saw, to my horror what EVERYONE saw. I was fat.
I quickly tried to rationalize it away, I just had a baby, this is still baby fat...
Except my baby was walking and almost talking sentances. Strike one.
I fit into all my pants..this isn't really that bad, until I realized, these pants have an elastic waiste...Strike two.
Its probably just a little extra weight from the cruise we just got home from. I had the brilliant idea to prove it to myself by getting on the scale. Strike three...YOU'RE FAT!!!!! I literally heard those words ring through my ears as if an umpire was shouting it at a baseball game, I heard it, felt it, I knew it.

After crying for a few days, eating a small childs weight in doughnuts...Ya I know, really not being rational at that point in time. I was ready to fix the problem.
I sat down for the first time and really thought about what I ate, when I ate and Why I ate. It was crazy the reasons...
I eat when I am bored. When I am tired, when I am sad, when I am being social, when I need attention, when I am stressed, when I fix dinner, lunch, breakfast. When I am walking around my kitchen. When I watch movies, tv, video games...ANYTHING in front of the television. Notice there isn't even a little hint of when you are supposed to really eat....WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY!
Ya, I have alot of fixing to do.
Hi my name is Teri and I am addicted to food.
This is my journey.