My enemy, my friend.

Food is my friend.
I eat for pleasure. I eat to celebrate special occasions, family gatherings, holidays, relieving stress with co-workers, romantic dinners with my husband, bonding one on one with my children. Eating for pleasure serves its purpose. I can't eliminate it, for it is my friend.

I eat for nourishment. I eat to strengthen my body. I eat for strong bones, powerful muscles, flexible limbs, shiny hair and healthy teeth. I eat to prevent sickness and disease. I eat for fuel to accomplish the day to day task of living. I eat for the energy and emotional strength necessary for mental and physical health. I can't eliminate it, for it is my friend.


Food is my enemy.
I eat for stress. I eat for depression. I eat for comfort. I eat because it satisfies an embedded animal instinct to survive the famine. I eat unhealthy, sugary, fattening foods because they stimulate my senses, taste, smell, texture; and then I eat because those same foods I could not resist then stimulate my uncontrollable, unsatisfiable cravings induced by my drug of choice (food) that I just inhaled, fully knowing the damage it does to my will power, my body, my self esteem. I can't resist it, I can't fight it, I have surrendered to the enemy.

Quod me nutrit me destruit (What nourishes me also destroys me) - Angelina Jolie