tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323947597933757294.post7532201896501310834..comments2015-10-24T10:47:28.435-07:00Comments on Unsugaring: A Start at UnsugaringDAWN TROOKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883706936348639729noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323947597933757294.post-20113602446376813532015-04-06T10:41:50.388-07:002015-04-06T10:41:50.388-07:00Sigh... I wish I could say that I do not understan...Sigh... I wish I could say that I do not understand your issues with food but regrettably I understand all to well. I have a quit date, this Wed., at have done what I always do. It is the last supper, I want to eat all the things I love because I will never eat them again. To date that is a false statement, while having long periods of abstinence, I have always picked up the sugar again. <br />I have two memories before the age of six, one tragic and the other is finding comfort from food. An orderly at the hospital brought me some BBQ potato chips. To this day I love BBQ chips. At the time they were a comfort but I have passed the feeling of comfort from food a long time ago. Nonetheless, I continue to chase it. I get excited about going to a restaurant, I plot to have sweets around me, many times not going home without them. Then I ashamedly purchase some extravagance, pretending I am having a party.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02002789754628805107noreply@blogger.com