It’s Monday morning. I am up, enjoying the peace and tranquility of my home. Everyone else is sleeping. This is my time. People often ask how I can go to bed so early and get up so early. If they only knew how wonderful it is they would, too, do the same. The weekend was rough. I am glad that it is over. I have learned that I don’t handle stress well. I am not unlike the drug addict or the alcoholic in that I feed life’s stresses with things, only, my drug of choice is food.
I know that self-awareness is the key to change, therefore, I must be close to changing this, because, I, not only know that I am doing it, but announce it to those around me. Yesterday while trying to eat away the stress of car problems, I was sure to tell everyone, that I know I have a problem, that my body doesn’t even want what I am eating, that I am doing it simply to appease my mind.
I am one to view all of life’s challenges as lessons, and I know that this is certainly one of them. I eat when I am stressed out and it doesn’t make my problems go away or make them any better. I know that the chances of me living a life without situations that cause stress is just not going to happen, unless I turn into a care bear and live my life in the land of glitter and unicorns. So, I am at an impasse, you might say. I know what I am doing is not working, therefore, do I continue to do it, or find a better, more constructive way to deal with my stress?
I have to hope that since I am consciously doing it, I must be close to stopping it. Right? I am praying so because it’s beginning to become very discouraging, to say the least. I am thankful that God grants us a clean fresh start every single day. I know that the minute my eyes open I have the opportunity to make things right. And I also know that as long as I try, I am I can’t lose. God helps those who help themselves, so as long as I continue to help myself, I believe that God will bless me with the answers to, finally put this test to rest.