One of the toughest issues I need to overcome is the desire to overeat–especially the dreaded “j” food—the destroyer of every well intentioned diet. I nibble on stuff that isn’t what I’d call good for me, my junk food of choice is mostly chocolate, and justify it by saying, “Oh, it’s only a couple of Hershey’s Kisses. It won’t hurt if I have only three or four or five…right?”

The answer to that is, “Wrong! Suck it up, admit a temporary defeat and move on.” I refuse to beat myself over a set back. Believe me, I’ve done enough beating myself up for a life time.

For the majority of my personal daily cuisine, I do make healthier choices now, incorporating more lean meats and veggies to my meals. But there is just something so …incredibly comforting about junk food. I don’t know why, but I feel “safe” when I eat alot–I especially relish the tastiness of Swiss Cake Rolls. Yummy.

And let’s face it: a carrot doesn’t impart too much comfort unless one is a rabbit. (Or a gold digger. Oops, wrong kind of carrot!)

Granted, food shouldn’t be about seeking comfort and security, but it should be savored. I’ll admit I’m having a hard time balancing healthy food with taste bud tingling deliciousness. Some of the meals I produce are healthy, but rather bland. Others are good but way too calorie ridden. And, of course, the economy is making it even harder to afford healthy and delicious food.

Ugh. Losing focus…need to get back on track.

Oh yeah, I was talking about my penchant for over eating and not the state of our union’s economy.(That’ll be another story for another time, gentle readers.) I eat out of stress. I eat out of loneliness (that’s partly my wallflowery fault.) and I eat out of desperation sometimes. Desperation for what, I don’t know. When I find out, this blog might be the third or fourth to know. Or not. I’m a believer in keeping some issues private.

I need to come up with a way to determine how and when I’m over-eating. I DID start a food journal, but gradually forgot to add entries…and well, you know. I guess I’ll call it as I see it; I got too lazy to count calories and put what I ate in the book. Maybe I should start again.

Well, as my fingers are currently laying exhausted on the keyboard, that’s all I have for right now. If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading and letting me ramble on.