OK, I fell off the wagon. Right now I want to eat. I am not hungry, but I want to have food in my mouth. Is that a PMS thing??? I am not sure. It used to be that when I had PMS I wanted foods I could tear with my teeth like steak, or a Sweet Marie bar. Perhaps I am part wolf?? I no longer crave that tearing thing. I must admit that when I mentioned it to a male coworker he looked quite fearful of me. Keep them guessing!
 Today I looked up overeaters anonymous through google. I did go there once many many many many years ago and it wasn’t for me. A lot of addicts go there. Maybe I have become a food addict?! The page google brought up also had eating disorder clinics. I wonder if I qualify. I am certainly not annorexic (actually some of them are at Overeaters anonymous too)
I actually did consider going downstairs to use the gym. (how pathetic am I that I have a gym in my condo building and haven’t used it in months?!) Then I thought I am exhausted and it is really hot out. When it is hot out I need a fan on me when I work out. Of course when I worked out it was usually for about 40 - 60 minutes on the treadmill. Can’t I just change my eating habits so I don’t need to work out as much? Change them? to what??
Part of me logically tried to tell the other part of me to just get it over with. I know I have mentioned this before in my blog. Just do it. Lose the weight. Change the eating habits once and for all. Once you really get used to a life without chocolate you do not miss it! I wonder why the other part of me doesn’t listen? Why am I so determined to stay the way I am? Goodness knows I am not happy when I see that tummy in the mirror.Â
 Each time I overindulge I am further away from my goal. Why won’t that part of me listen to reason? And what part of me is it? Does it have a name? I know the logic part is called the logical part. What it the part that doesn’t listen called??? I don’t think it is even self-indulgent part.  We have gone WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY past that. If I knew what to call it, would I be able to deal with it? Maybe I should call it Marge (short for margarine - a basic fat). I don’t really like the name Marge. Is that better than naming it something I like?
Maybe if I befriended, Marge, things would work out better? I think I need to work on a better name for it first.
Have a good day
Shari