A Ladybug's Journey

Have you ever known, intellectually, what you needed to do, but struggled to find the faith to do it?  That's where I am, right now, as I sit here.  Today, I have eaten 12 thin Oreo's (not joking, thin Oreo's are a thing), not sure how many Doritos's, same with the hot pork rinds, 12 Ritz crackers, 6 slices of salami and 3 slices of  smoked Gouda. #1 - I have a thing for multiples of 3 #2 - I need to stop joking about the above. #3 - I need to figure out how to find it within myself to turn my destructive food behaviors over to a power greater than myself.  I know this is something that I must so, but, how do I go about it?  Knowing something in your brain, and knowing it in your heart, are not the same thing.  If your brain could tell your heart what to believe, how to feel, what to do, the world would be a better place. Food is my illness.  I can go into brief periods of remission, but the illness is still there, waiting to rear it's ugly head. ...

You know that feeling.  The one in the back of your mind that slowly creeps forward and tells you that you are doing something you should not be doing.  It's there whether you chose to admit to it or not.  And it's there for a reason. If you are feeling guilty about doing something, or feeling guilty about not  doing something, stop and listen to yourself.  You are about to do something, or not do something, that goes against your own moral code. What makes you feel guilty will be different from what make me fee guilty, and is different from what our peers will feel guilty about. But take a moment to stop and listen to it. Learn from it. And change. Do the opposite of the guilty action. Don't give in to it.  You are stronger than that.  And so am I.  We are better than that also.