In a couple days, I'll start my 9th dietbet.  It's been a few months since the last one, and I don't always win but I always "win", if you know what I mean.  I lose a few pounds in a slow, healthy way and that is a huge accomplishment for me.  ;)

AS I think about this next DB, and start paying more attention to my eating and start thinking about meal planning and food shopping, it shines a bright light on my eating habits.  It makes me realize how I use food and eating for lots of things in addition to providing nutrition/sustainance and the simple pleasure of a good meal.  I use it to relax, to occupy myself, or to keep me company.  It's a companion when I am happy and want to celebrate or congratulate myself, and it's a companion when I am lonely or sad or want to unwwind from the work day.  

It's hard for me to "stop the party" so to speak when I am eating.  It's hard for me to have a serving of food, enjoy it and then be done with it and move on.  I am never judgmental of people who are addicted to alcohol or other drugs.  Food is my drug.  I know what it feels like to be so attracted to and ruled by a substance.  

I'm trying to reckon with my habits. At least now I am aware of it after some years of growing into adulthood and self-reflection and putting some time in the therapy chair.   

Lately I can see how eating is a response to stress.  Sometimes the stress stimulus can be very small (an email at work that I don't like), and now I'll catch myself reaching for a hershey kiss or some crackers to soothe the feeling of stress.  

And now I will sign off and will go wash my face and get ready for bed.  I've had dinner and there is no need for any dessert or snacking.  Party is over. ;)