It is a hard journey. To forget about counting and to just listen. I found myself calculating tonight as I created dinner. And then as I ate, I relished the textures of the ground turkey, bacon, blue cheese, spinach, oats all in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed and ate some more.
What should have been 4 servings became one... but I threw out the last few mouthfuls. I am full. I was full at one serving. But the remaining pan of food in the kitchen kept calling to me. And I answered the food.
I want something sweet. I am full and I want something sweet. But I will withhold that desire. I can withhold that desire. It is a craving of the mind and tounge but not of the body... the whole body.