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A sweet tooth vs mental health

A battle of wills. Good vs bad. 

My obsession with the "wrong" foods has always been an issue. Sometimes to my downfall. Thankfully now I am a LOT better and am trying to watch what I eat. But when the demon that sits on my shoulder takes over and decides it wants chocolate I feel like I'm drawn to it.
That is when the battle goes on inside my head. The guilt, the constant question of why did I do that? The internal battle of regret vs but you wanted, needed it. 
It Sometimes lasting for a good hour after I have finished the chocolate that I have eaten. And when a bad day mood wise happens then the pull for chocolate can be worse than ever. And the cycle of good vs bad starts all over again.

I don't class myself as badly over weight but I know that my years of over eating have a lot to answer for.
Don't get me wrong now I have a will to eat better. (Having recently been diagnosed with IBS) A will to eat healthier snacks sometimes wins. But to be honest the taste of some healthier foods just puts me right off. I mean there is only so much cardboard you can eat before being put off. I know there is good snacks, healthier snacks out there. I just need to get out of the rut of going for the bad foods first. If I want to get my mental health better in relation to food I need to try.  But we all know it's easier to reach for what makes us happy, what we want at the time. 


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