The morning after.

Feeling better then I thought I would, I was sore last night but not this morning. Did some thinking last night. I am not sure if it is completely the case, but food may be my addiction. I have used food as a tool or weapon for control or comfort as far back as I can remember or at least back to 8 yrs old. From anorexia/bulimia at 17 to where we are now with eating for comfort and company. I have come to the conclusion I need to reform my relationship with food. I do not want to make it my enemy, lets face it, I like it. Many of the events in our culture center around food and eating together with friends and family. when you look around and see the number of people who can do this but also maintain a healthy lifestyle it must be possible. So do I try to pretend I will never eat another piece of fudge knowing this will fail, or do I adopt the idea, eat the fudge for the occasion but be willing to do the cardio to even it out. I have always gone at this the wrong way. I do not need a diet, I need a lifestyle change. I need to retrain my brain on how to live. Starving myself down to low calories will only make the body shut down, you must fuel to work and you must work to lose. strange concept for someone like myself to take in, but I am going to start working on it now. going to get a clear pitcher from the store and fill it each day with my daily water and set my phone for hydration alarm reminders. hope these help with the hydration.