Dear Bad food Habits, (love of my life and lifelong comforter),

This is sad but I'm breaking up with you, at least I'm taking a long time out and I know our relationship will never be the same. The cloud of delusion is lifting about us, our relationship, just two short weeks after my surgery.

Let me start by saying you have always been there for me. When my parents weren't there, when I felt alone, and then in the good time too, when I celebrated, when I was happy, stressed, let's face it. You were there as my go-to for any emotion, really. And I loved you, a bit too much. The problem with our relationship, Bad Food, is that it's dysfunctional. You confort me immensley but you leave me empty later, feeling guilty. There is no true substance in what you give me. What I take from you has hurt me physically and emotionally for 30 years and the end result is isolation from my own life, neglecting friends and family functions, hiding away. I am ashamed at what our relationship has done to me.

I have come to realize that almost every single activity of my waking life evolved around you, the thought of you, the joy and happiness that I felt when I knew I would have you again. It is this dysfunction that I have to change, Bad Foods. Its not you, it's me. No one ever forced you into my mouth repeatedly. I chose you.

It's not easy but I am taking steps to refocus, away from you and towards things that make me healthier. Surgery was just the first step.

Look, I know I will never forget you, afterall you were my first and longest love!I will continue to see you everywhere, you can't be overlooked. Fastfood restaurants, the bakeries, the parties, football Sundays. You have an allure and charm that has worked on my like magic and I have become addicted. My family still loves you so you will be in our home sometimes. But my relationship with you is over, in terms of the way we were.

You know what? I think we can still be friends, and we might even hang out on rare occasions. But not for a long while. I need to get right in the head.

Good bye, I'll miss you, my lifelong comfort.

The New Kel

Edited October 17, 20169 yr by The New Kel

Awesome! I feel like everything you wrote is in my head. You described it perfectly. I'm working on creating new coping skills, not food. It's a real challenge, but I know in the end, I'll be better for it. Good luck to you.

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Thanks @Raynbolite. It's going to be new habits for all of us, and definately new coping skills. Best of luck to you!!

Thank you. We can do this! Good luck and keep rocking it!

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