No More Junk

I am in constant struggle to understand myself.  I will sometimes eat until I almost feel sick.  It makes me feel some self-loathing that I do this to myself.  Why do I treat myself this way?  Why do I believe that I am not worth being kind to?

I had an open bag of Cheetos.  I tossed it into the trash because I wanted to get rid of it.  If it isn't here then I won't mindlessly snack on it.  A little while later, I went to the trash and grabbed the bag.  The trash wasn't yucky, and I had closed the bag before throwing it away.  And, yes, I ate some Cheetos.  I am so totally disgusted with myself.  I am beating myself up for it.  I know I need to let it go.  Relax and release.  I messed up.  It's okay to mess up, right?

I threw it away again.  This time I dumped the Cheetos out into the trash bag.  I also threw away a Twix I had squirreled away.

No more junk.  No more junk.  One more time:

No more junk.

I can't keep doing this to myself.  I am going to let go.  I am going to quit the junk.  I will still eat what I choose to eat, but it will no longer include junk food.  No bags of chips or candy.  I have to care about myself.  So here is step one.

No more junk.