Moment of Weakness

Last week was a very stressful week, so to end it all I turned to food. I could not find comfort in words, so I found it in food. Church’s chicken on Friday, BBQ buffet on Saturday, and oh lawd don’t remind me about Sunday. Sunday was the icing on the cake, literally the icing and the cake. I have never done drugs before, but I can only imagine how it feels to get that one quick fix. The first taste of that fried food was like popping a muscle relaxer; everything went limp. From there it all went downhill; I binged the entire weekend.

Now that I am typing this, I am more ashamed seeing it in black and white than I was just thinking about it. I feel like those people on A&E who checks into rehab, and then leaves not even 30 days later. Even though I don’t think I am addicted to food. I think I am just an emotional eater, which I am sure is equally bad. Or maybe I am just in denial, maybe not. Who knows?! I told you I lack discipline.

WTH why can’t I get it together?! Why can’t I just start it and finish it. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but gosh dawg this is ridiculous. I know it took me years to get like this, and I can’t fix it overnight. But come on. That life coach is sounding really good right. Actually I don’t need a life coach; I need Ms. Shores!

Ms. Shores help me!!!