This weekend I came to a realization; my food addiction is slowly killing me. That thought sunk in to my soul and it left me breathless. I had to sit on the bed and think about what I was doing to myself. Thankfully, I do not have diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, or any other obesity related diseases. That only means that I've been very lucky up to this point. Eventually, it will catch up to me and I'm scared. I'm scared what I'm doing to my body and my future.
Maybe this is the realization I needed in order to get my shit together?