Sweets

Sweets are my downfall. It would be easier for me to give up any other food than it would be for me to give up sweets. They are so addictive. If I drank as much alcohol as I eat sweets, I would be an alcoholic ... so I guess I'm a sweetaholic, but overall a food addict. I eat when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm frustrated. I'm not one of those people that goes to a buffet and piles up plate after plate after plate or that eats two whole chickens at one sitting but i definitely eat "weigh" too many things that are not good for me. And, of course, I'd much rather have a cookie or cake for breakfast than oatmeal.
I have always thought of food as my friend. Friends are supposed to comfort you which is what I feel like food does for me, but the overeating of food, the wrong kind of food or eating late in the evening makes me fat, lethargic, sick, affects every part of my being. So is that a good friend? I don't think so!! It took me a long time to come to the conclusion that it is not. I should be eating to live not living to eat. It is so foreign to me to hear people say that they only eat because they have to. I wish I was that way.
10:24 p.m. Went to supper with my daughter and her son and a friend. Didn't eat a whole lot but all I could think about was the 9x12 birthday cake I bought for myself that was sitting at home in my refrigerator... chocolate covered with lots of butter creme frosting. Yum, yum. I of course had a huge piece with a glass of milk. The frosting is the best part ... I like a little bit of cake with my frosting. I'll have that sucker gone in a couple of days. Sad, sad, sad.