I ate today.
Nothing special, right? We all eat during the day.
But me, I didn’t even realize I was eating until after I was halfway into a box of Annie’s Cheddar Bunnies.
I. Didn’t. Even. Know.
I didn’t even taste them. I just ate to eat. Out of habit. Much like a smoker just lights up a cigarette. An unconscious moment. A moment of habit. An automatic response.
I sat back and thought about today. Yes, there have been lots of stressors here lately, but is that an excuse to turn to food?
So how does one change?
How do I stop?
Then I thought some more.
I want my son to be proud of me. To look at me as a role model. As someone to be there for all the important milestones in life.
If I keep eating that way. I won’t be there. I’ll be on my way to developing type 2 diabetes and all the lovely complications it brings with it. I’ll be unable to keep up with him, play catch without getting winded, unable to chase after our goats, unable to fit in the auditorium chairs, unable to climb the bleachers to watch him play t-ball.
It resonates in my head. The images. The words. His voice.
The time is now.
I must fight for myself. For my healthier self.
No more selfish mindless eating.