Old Habits Die Hard

So...I've totally been on an up swing with this whole eating thing. I've been following nutritionist's, therapist's, and doctor's orders. I've been running, yoga-ing, pilates-ing, de-stressing, blogging, talking about issues, not letting my emotions get the better of me...I've been good.

But, with the ups come the downs. They're good. They bring me back to earth - back to the realization that I have a problem and am handling it.

The other night my husband wasn't home. I was... conveniently, so was a carrot cake. I ate a slice, a really little one - everything in moderation, folks. Then, I had another slice, not so little, not so much in moderation. Then, I proceeded to eat two chocolate cookies and 5 bags of popcorn...all in my mind. The 2 pieces of carrot cake were a glitch, but the desire to eat everything in sight was so overwhelming that I proceeded to throw a bag full of "tempting" food in the trash.

Minor setback.

I spent the rest of the night sipping water, fighting the urge to throw-up, and reflecting upon the evils of cream cheese icing - which is really not at all that evil (but quite delicious). I reminded myself that 2 pieces of carrot cake wasn't a binge and that I had stopped. I might actually be pulling this recovering thing off. Success.

Now, explaining to my husband why his chocolate chip cookies were in the trash...