I went to my noon AA meeting today. The topic was relapse. I rarely think about drinking anymore, but food….
I eat for all the wrong reasons. I eat to mask feelings. I eat for the sublime taste of melting butter on a warm croissant. I eat to not “waste” food.
And it isn’t about being too heavy any longer. I’m talking diabetes. My mother had Type Two Diabetes. She was a depressive like me. And her diabetes took years off her life.
So this time, I’m going back to Weight Watchers and I’m sticking after I reach goal.
Oh. After AA I got a haircut. And went swimming. So we’re doing the self-care thing. Nice