Part observation, part confession, probably not of interest to anyone but ME, but I wanted to post anyway...
That bag of popcorn? That lovely, cheesy bag of Trader Joe's popcorn that I know so well - that bag I have eaten at least three times a month/once a week - as in THE WHOLE BAG - yes, I've eaten a bag at one sitting - happily too, I might add...
I've never been a binger, or a chip-eater, and I'm not sure why this behavior started up in my forty-first year of my life... I never felt horrible about eating it - it'sjust something I did, and then, "NEXT" - time for something new... I had no problems starting over.
So... my best friend bought me a bag today. (I told her to bring me a surprise...) And it's been a week since I've had any, so I thought, Ok...
Three handfulls, and it didn't feel right. Not a trace of guilt (I don't believe in that $h!+) but an actual physical feeling of it not working for me anymore... maybe a little glimpse of more good things to come...
Turning a corner here, I just might be....
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