After nearly a week of sobriety from my sugar high I think I am doing pretty well. Standing on my own two feet. Being strong.
Just don't look in my purse.
Hershey Kisses, a big 'ol bag? Check.
Chocolate bar wrapper, empty? Check.
Little chocolate square that is the last of the entire box that I already ate? Check
Or the fridge.
Ice cream cake in the freezer? Check.
Thats about all that's in the fridge. Make no mistake that the night before I quit I made sure that I ate everything in there. It was my 512th 'last binge'. I hope it was the 'last last binge'.
I knew that all of these things were in there when I decided to quit and have seen them in there every day since. But why did I keep them? Visions of the starving children of of the world that I was told were waiting for my peas and broccoli as a kid begin to flash in my head. Really? Am I really saving them in case the Army needs extra food stuffs for a drop? No.
This is not good...not good at all. Time to clean house...and purse...ok and maybe my desk drawer at work...
Make a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves