I like Coffee. And Muffins. Coffee and Muffins. I think those two words sum up my life best. I am a slave to coffee and muffins and for the last couple of years I have been desperately trying to get myself off the junk. Well, maybe not the coffee so much as it has an emotionally satisfying quality about it that I so do love. But the muffins my friends, yes, the muffins are a problem. You see, how can I pass up a chocolate chip muffin? Just sitting there on its pink wax paper, staring at me from behind the counter...pick me..pick me!
God. I love muffins. But I do not like what they do to my body or spirit. I mean, sure the immediate gratification of the chocolate chip goddess is wonderful but the after affects are devastating to say the least.
Over the last 3-4 years I have gained so much weight that I am just disgusted with myself, both with my body as well as with my lack of willpower. For 3-4 years, I have steadily been digesting a daily muffin alongside my daily iced coffee and I think that, in addition to the other foods I enjoy a little too much has caused me to become obese.
I need to make some changes. I know that. Changing my diet isn't the only thing that will help. I also need to change my attitude towards food and that is what I fear so much. It is hard. I don't want to do anything that is hard. And I need help.
