Reflection

My husband and I had lunch today and we were talking about how I am pretty much vegetarian anymore. I ordered chicken with my lunch and had a hard time eating it. That spurred a chat about food addiction. My husband is not totally sold on that as the source of my problem, but he is supportive. He sees that my changes are working. He asked me about how my family was when I was growing up and it got me thinking about the influences in my life that contributed to my wrong coping mechanisms. Depression runs through my mom's side of the family. Weight problems do too. They pretty much go hand in hand....emotional eating. I can remember when my mom was smaller. For a long time, she was the size where I am now. Then she lost both of her parents in a car accident and I think that is what sent her down hill. Over many years, she has gained and she is at a point where she hates it, but seems powerless to change it. My heart breaks because I can't help her. I can only set a better example for her. I could blame my problems on my family influence, but what good would that do? That does not point to a solution, only bitterness and more emotional eating. I have to fight past this family curse to set a better lifestyle for my three children. I also dn NOT want to rely on meds to keep my body functioning the way it is supposed to. God is calling me to a lifestyle change. This isn't easy. Eating whatever I want is easy, but it has long term dire consequences. Like Doc says, I risk dying by my fork if I don't change my life. I am worth fighting for and so is my family.