My old friend. My old frenemy. How are you? I ask, because I have no idea. I ask, even though I really couldn't care less.
I don't care how you taste anymore. Granted, I'd rather not put something shitty tasting in my mouth, after all, my taste buds aren't dead for god's sake.
But really, I smell you and I don't really have an oh-my-god-I-can't-wait-to-have-that-between-my-lips reaction anymore. Gone are the days of thinking about what I can eat, when I can eat, and how much I can eat.
Two bites of this warm pecan pie, and I was done. Wha!? Yeah. The thought of taking another bite really displeased me. The thought of bringing it home? Eh. No desire.
I don't recognize this type of thinking at all. Not for 40 years. But strange as it might seem to not give any thought to food, I honestly hope this type of thinking sticks around. I feel free from a trap I'd been setting for myself year after year after year after year. I owe it all to the supplement that has turned off my subconscious "need" to comfort myself with you....
So food, I'll be seeing you around. I just don't have the burning desire to consume you anymore as if I were starving to death.
Hopefully, I can transfer that desire to other areas of my life instead.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."