For me, buying the latest diet book is always easy. But soon the terrain becomes steep and treacherous. The first glimpse of trouble usually happens at around the second week mark. I don't know why, but it's pretty consistent.
What happens is, I start to translate any feeling - good or bad - into an eating episode.
I'm at that point right now. I see myself doing this and it feels very familiar.
Well, yesterday my daughter didn't come home when she was supposed to. She's 16, so I was really worried. When she finally showed up, I was, needless to say, relieved and happy. I went straight to the fridge; but for some reason I stopped in my tracks. I asked myself "what in the world does eating have to do with my daughter's safe return home?" I couldn't think of a reasonable answer so I closed the refrigerator door.
But this felt strange, like someone else. It wasn't what I do. It wasn't me. But it was me.
This told me something. One of the things I don't like is feeling strange. I like to feel like things are normal and I'm just me.
Weird, no? I'm paying attention just like Maria's Last Diet always says to do, and it's turning up very unexpected things.