Well, the answer is at the end of the day, when the carb puffiness is evident in my face, and my waistline, that wasn't a terribly effective way of dealing with whatever it is that made me go on autopilot to the pantry. Doing the mindless pantry walk. We've all done all - grab something without even looking. Eat it without thinking about it. It tastes good for sixty seconds and then I'm looking for something else.
Can you imagine what this was like before therapy for me? Exactly. It was an up and down of a fifty to sixty pounds versus five, ten, or even twenty.
And so, today, I begin again.
::: sigh :::
As I have said, the past year (let's face it, ten years) have been fraught with emotional upheaval that I hadn't really ever addressed. Truthfully. To myself. Now that I have begun, I can see that I have really only scratched the surface; I still have a lot to deal with. And that's OK.
I will stand the eighth time.