EUREKA!

I just had an epiphany. Holy shit, I can't believe I haven't thought of this sooner.

I am fat.

Now, I don't mean this in a anorexic, I-can-never-be-thin-enough kind of way. I'm happy with my current weight and size. I mean it in the sense of a recovering alcoholic. They realize the power that alcohol has over them, and as such are always alcoholics, even if they haven't had a drink in decades.

For me, it's the same with food and overindulgence. I am fat. As long as I realize the place that food has in my life - and the delicate balance of eating vs. overeating - I will be fine. The moment that I think I have the addiction licked, and start to let my guard down, is when I'll go back to the old ways.

I am fat.

And I will continue to be fat for as long as I can. I think it's the secret to maintaining my proper weight. As soon as I start thinking, "hey, I can have that doublecheeseburger and fries for lunch, I'll just eat less tomorrow", I'm done for. Keeping my weight down will require the same vigilance and guard against back-sliding as any other recovering addict.

The only difference is, other addicts can live without their chosen drug. Food addicts don't have that luxury. We need to walk the tightrope between eating to live and living to eat...

That is all.