As I opened the door to the patio the cool morning air caressed my face. No time to linger as I watered the blooms. Looking up the sky was already taking on a cloudless form with hints of pink here and there.

I went to bed with this topic on my mind. I spent the weekend doing one thing and thinking another. Visiting the local Farmer’s Market for more tomatoes, just to try another batch of salsa became my quest the last two Saturday”s. Determined to get it right, I tasted and I’m almost there. The whole time my mind went back and forth from my wound’s and food.

When I am wounded, I eat. And lately I eat like I’m wounded, gaining back weight that I had lost last year when I joined a weight loss program. Now I’m wounded over the amount of $ spent to lose that weight and not keeping it off. While on the program I thought I had faced my demons. Only to find that again I am letting my emotions rule.

There is no way to keep people from saying ugly things, or doing heartless acts. I need to come to terms with this fact and expect that the past, present and future will be filled with the same people, the same events.

So how do I not let what is said and done to me effect me?
It’s simple, yet I struggle to do it consistently.
But I must, as this weight and stress are killing me.

I must not take personally the ill intended words and actions of others. I must stop viewing them all as ill intended, but look at the imperfect person from which they come.

I cannot react by chewing or punching. While both seem to be so pleasurable at the time, they are both far more damaging to myself than the original offense.

Join me as I become determined to get it right, and stop eating like I’m wounded.