This is a serious post!

I was lying in bed with my husband today and it occured to me that I would be breaking up with my lover tomorrow...my lover being food! Sure we can still be friends, as I will eat differently: smaller portions and paying more attention to what I am eating. But there is no more passionate eating! No more careless late night romps with ice cream! No more eat now and think later episodes. I will not be able to hide behind my fearless fork and spoon for comfort. I have had to admit that this relationship has been dangerous and harmful, and we should have broken it off sooner. But in all honesty he is so sweet at times and spicy at other times. He was always there when I needed him, and he always gave me what I thought I needed. It really wasn't FOODS fault it was my own. I am the one who took the relationship too far-I am the one who got into bed with FOOD. To be honest we should have just been friends from the start; I think I would have been happier that way. So at mid-night tonight I will tell FOOD that we can just be friends; no longer lovers...I know that FOOD will totally understand, but it will be me that will have the problem. I will have to fight the urge to call (or as some call it "Drunk dial"...or we might call it "visiting the fridge"). I will have to stick to my resolution to stay strong and know that it was not a healthly relationship. When FOOD passes me on the street in such forms as chocolate, Cookies, tacos, cheese burgers, and hot wings I will have to resist the temption to run back into the arms of FOOD. I will just wave and say, "hello" as I drink my Protein shake.

"I am sorry that we have to break up FOOD, I think it is better for me that we just stay friends..."

:update:

Well I broke it off with food yesterday at 11:30 am. You'll be happy to know there were no tears shed;:Cry: it was just an "ok see you later" kind of thing. I left the hospital feeling a little overwhelmed as I had never in my life did something so life changing (Well except have a child, and get married.)

This journey is mine alone to take. Sure I have a lot support from friends and family who will assist me, but in the end it will be me making the choices to live better.

The only question I have is why does it feel like you get punched in the stomach everytime you breakup with someone? Let me tell you something when Food and I broke up it was like, "Ouch, you have got to be kidding me!"

Amy - glad everything went ok - ya that punch in the tummy felt like and elephant had kicked me - but the pain doesn't last forever...

Your (our) Lover named food aka devil - is a real jealous lover - be aware that he will come around an still try and tempt you back into your old love affair... Ya gotta keep your guard up 24/7 for the rest of your life... But the healthier you will be so happy without him hanging all over your body.

Great post Cookie, You put the words so elegantly. I'm sure we ALL relate. I had a problem leaving my "cola's", but juice, crystal light and the cheap drink water makes me feel so much better, especially my skin, etc. Kudo's to you. I'd still like to have FOOD as a friend, but never again as my lover. LOL

WELCOME TO BANDLAND CookieLover!!!!!!!!!