I'm pretty sure that when we all were young children we never thought that we would wake up one day and not recognize who we were. To have to ask the question what happen to me. We would sit down at our dinner tables and in front of our tvs and endulge in the delicious foods that we had piled onto our plates with the thoughts of pleasing our stomachs. We clean our plates and then feel guilty because of the amount of food we had taken in, amazing enough we then go back for more to try to drown our guilt in more food. Food became our best friend, our boyfriends, girlfriends, our lovers , or wives and husbands, it replaced our social life and became our safe haven. When we become sad, we eat, when we are happy, we eat, when we get mad, you know it, we eat. We have to stop letting food be the enemy and get to a point where we can control our passion to feed our emotions.
