Good morning. My name is Annie and I am a compulsive overeater.
Admitting that this morning makes my stomach turn.
Literally. I am the most recent victim of this stomach bug in my family. First my hubby, then the toddler, and now me. And wouldn’t you know it, I got it worse than they did. I keep trying to look on the bright side, though—if I can’t eat, I can’t gain weight. At least, that is what I keep telling myself!
Maybe this bug will turn out to be a good thing. I see my doctor again on September 14. I’d like to lose 10 pounds by then, just to show him that I am really trying to get some weight off. He has got to be tired of hearing me say that I don’t like being so over-weight when the scale continually goes up. Sure, I’d prefer to lose the weight in some way other than this. But a loss is a loss, right?
Oh! Nearly forgot. Over the last couple of days, ever since I posted my “Compulsive Eating History”, I’ve been thinking about the times when my eating truly got out of control. There is one particular thing that sticks out, something I cannot believe I didn’t write about before. I’ll be sharing that with you in an upcoming post. It’s something that I am still really processing, because I am learning a lot more about myself as I think it through.