It ain’t a craving. Ain’t hunger. It’s that goddamn ache. The one food used to smother. But I didn’t fold. Didn’t numb it. Didn’t sell myself out today. It fucking hurts. But I’m here. Still here. Still not eating over it. Still… Still aching. Still pissed. Still clawing toward 30.
Day 28 – Flinch The temptation today came fast.Sudden. Sharp. Smelled like old comfort. I flinched. Not a fall, but a stagger.Almost reached for the thing I swore off. But flinching ain’t failing. I paused. Breathed. Texted. Prayed. I stayed. Still…Still hungry—but not for food.Still dodging the old traps.Still calling it what it is: obsession.Still … Read more
Day 27 – Gut Check Today asked for honesty.And I didn’t want to give it. I wanted to lie by omission.I wanted to say, “Yeah, I’m fine.” But I wasn’t.And I didn’t. I reached out. I told on myself.And it helped. Because when I don’t gut-check, I gut-punch my recovery. This is where I stop … Read more
Day 26 – Smolder The fire didn’t go out—it just pulled back into coals.Low, red, steady. Waiting. It’s easy to think the passion’s gone when things quiet down.But maybe this isn’t apathy—maybe it’s conservation.Holding fuel for the next hard stretch.Resting, not quitting. The work’s still getting done.The prayers still go up.The food still gets weighed. … Read more
Made it to 20.Twenty days of abstinence.Not clean. Not smooth. Not easy.But real. And that’s what matters. There were a dozen points this week where the old script tried to take over:“Blow it now—before it gets too real.”“You’re close enough.”“Nobody cares.” But I didn’t.I didn’t sabotage it. That’s different. I used to throw a grenade … Read more
Rough day.Rough start, rough middle, rough everything. That damn voice…The addict voice wasn’t whispering today—it was fucking screaming.Full volume.“You can’t do this.”“One bite won’t matter.”“You’re tired. You deserve something.” Deserve?What I deserve is peace.What I deserve is freedom.What that voice wants is chaos. I rode the Struggle Bus all fuckin day.Slumped in the back seat.Sweaty … Read more
Something about milestones makes me twitchy.Day 20 is close and my addict brain knows it.That voice kicks in:“You’ve done well. You deserve a break.”That voice is a liar.I’ve broken more streaks than I can count—right before the breakthrough.Right before the clarity.Right before the habit could stick. There’s this fear that I don’t deserve to heal.So … Read more
Just got off a meeting.Because I’m on the edge.Not in a poetic way. Not in a “breakthrough” kind of way.In a “someone look at me wrong and I might lose it” kind of way. Tired. Restless. Pissed for no reason.And every reason. Didn’t want to pray.Didn’t want to hear one more person say “just for … Read more
Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror today.Not just physically. Spiritually.I saw someone coming back to life.It was quick. But it was real.God, let me keep glimpsing that man. #ProgressNotPerfection #OneDayAtATime #FoodAddictionRecovery #SeeingChange #SpiritualAwakening #QuietTime #PrayerAndAction
Day 16 – Honesty & Self-Will The hardest lie to spot is the one we’re still living. We say we want freedom. We pray for abstinence. We claim we’re willing. But self-will has a sneaky way of dressing up like honesty. It says, “Just this once.” It says, “That doesn’t count.” It says, “You’re doing … Read more