As I do with most things in my life, I was over-analyzing my binging problem. To the point where I was becoming obsessed by it.
I was posting the same thing every day. I binged, I didn't binge, I wanted to binge, I need to stop binging, I don't know how to stop binging, what is wrong with me?! Over and over I repeated the same words. If I didn't actually post them, they were running through my head.
Then I'd talk a good talk: "I can do this!" "I'm going to do this!" "This will work!"
When truthfully, I'd fallen and couldn't get up. None of my grand schemes worked on me. The more I worried about it, the worse it became.
I had all sorts of theories about the reasons for my binging: my husband doesn't love me enough, my father died when I was 12, I was spoiled by my mother to make up for not having a father, I was use to getting what I wanted, my job is stressful. Or my personal favorite, I have some sort of mental disease, and I'm addicted to food.
I've been mucking about for the last few days, trying to figure out my problem, when this post by a very courageous lady named Velda popped up:
The Climb and Sometimes the Fall, My story of lung cancer that's gone to my head.
I read Velda's post, along with the last few posts that I'd missed.
Then I thought to myself, what the hell am I complaining about? Honest to God, I don't know anymore.
Advertisement
You have just read the article News for today's that category by title A funny thing happened on my way to writing this post. You can bookmark this page with a URL http://news-these-days.blogspot.com/2010/01/a-funny-thing-happened-on-my-way-to.html. Thank you!
Posted by: Tukiyooo
A funny thing happened on my way to writing this post Updated at :
10:30 PM
Monday, January 25, 2010
Post a Comment