More important than any number was the fact that I had returned to my old crutch of numbing myself with food. It started with having a little bit more here and there, but it’s a slippery slope. One night I treated myself to a cheeseburger and fries. That became a weekly thing, and then more often. I would get busy and decide the best use of my time would be to just run through the drive-thru. Or I would have salty food and say, “Well, now I need sweet.” Sometimes you don’t realize you’re eating the feelings you can’t handle.
