With the heart of the holidays fast approaching, I’m thinking a lot about food. Why? Well… during the holidays there will be lots of it. And historically, anecdotally, and factually, that hasn’t been a good thing for me.
If you’ve kept up with me on social media at all or read more than a few blog posts, you may already be aware of my ongoing battle with the #fatdemon. I’ve decided that just like an alcoholic might always struggle in an environment where there is alcohol or a drug addict may have to battle through a moment of weakness…
I might have a life-long struggle to exercise discipline with food.
Am I addicted to food? I dunno. All I can tell you is that chocolate chip cookies call my name, french fries make me smile, and sweet tea makes me want to dance. If that defines addiction than I’m guilty. If it doesn’t, then let’s just say I have a strong affinity for foods that will make me fat.
So what’s a girl to do?
Make friends with her fat demon, that’s what.
So while it may be taking things a little too far…I’ve even found a mascot for this uninvited but ever-present guest…
Hey… sometimes you have to put a face to a name.
Seriously. I have decided that if my personal fat demon is going to follow me around for the rest of my life, I might as well acknowledge his (or her) presence and call it out by name. There is something about naming it that gives me a sense of control, power, and lack of intimidation.
So now that I’ve completely weirded you out with the silly things I do to cope with my insanity, let me share a lesson I’m learning as I beat back the demon on a daily basis.
I have been successful thus far in losing more than a few pounds so people keep asking me how I’m managing to lose the weight…