Sunny -- your food so far today sounds great! I hope by the end of the day you will be really psyched to report what you ate the rest of the day.
And I am so sorry you have been through such rough times. You are such an amazing, strong person, though, and I am sure you are the product of your life experiences. You should be so proud of who you are. I know I am proud to call you my friend.
Okay, since we are confessing, I have to admit that I know exactly where my food addiction started. When I was young, being part of a very Old World Italian family meant eating lots of pasta and always finishing everything on your plate. I remember more times than I care to when I didn't finish my dinner and had to sit at the table until bedtime and then it got put in the fridge to be eaten for breakfast. We weren't allowed to eat a single other thing until that food was finished, no matter what. My best friend was recently remembering an experience I wish I could forget (he stayed with my family a lot when we were growing up and was there to witness a lot of what he says would be considered mental/emotional abuse by today's standards). I didn't finish my dinner and had to sit on the basement steps in the dark with my plate until I was finished. The wet stringy mop hung on a hook at the top of the steps and I remember so clearly sitting there with the stinky stringy mom getting me all freaked out as I tried to choke down whatever it was I was eating (I think that time it was LaChoy chicken chow mein from an institutional sized can - disgusting. I can't stomache any dish like that until this day and absolutely can't stand water chestnuts).
The other childhood eating experience that really affected me was having to eat fast. I had 3 brothers. If one of them finished eating before me and wanted, say another meatball and there were no more, I'd have to give him mine. It got to where instead of saving the best for last, I gulped it down as quickly as possible as soon as I sat down. UGH!
Another thing my family still laughs about -- there is a picture of me at about 6 months old, sitting in a high chair, covered in spaghetti sauce with a meatball clutched in one fist and a sausage in the other. The picture is sad and funny all at the same time.
In college, I worked 5 part times during the school year and 2 full-time jobs during summers. I could barely afford to eat. I lived for weeks on chicken bouillion cubes and airpopped popcorn or ramen noodles. Not quite core, huh?
When Howard and I married against everyone's wishes, we were determined to never ask for a penny from anyone. The first 2 years of our marriage while I was in law school, we lived on the second floor of a friend's house. She put in a stove that had one working burner. We had a garage-type utility shelf on which we stored pasta that was 3 lbs/$1.00. We had one of those very old fashioned dorm fridges with room for an ice tray in the little freezer and very little room in the fridge for more than a quart of milk, a package of hot dogs and sticks of margarine (later, my dear friend's mom gave us a bar fridge -- we graduated to the big time!) But, we literally lived on pasta and hot dogs and mac&cheese & rarely some 99 cent/pound ground beef for the first two years of our marriage. The funniest thing was we used to get a $1 "hoagie" on Wednesday night between my day classes and evening class when Howard came to campus for his evening class -- it was such a splurge to share a 12" hoagie and a bag of chips. We had one pot, one fry pan & a toaster oven (until I started a fire on the vinyl covered chair it sat on when I was making english muffin pizzas and set it on oven instead of broiler -- we didn't have any counters to sit the toaster oven on). It was so pathetic. And yet, Howard and I wouldn't change what we went through for anything. We know we made it through that as a couple and certainly it made us stronger.
So, I guess you can say I've had some food hang-ups I've had to overcome. I've told myself, though, that at some time I had to stop blaming my past for the person I am and start shaping my behavior for the person I want to be now and in the future.
Geez, ya think I have too much time on my hands since I'm not tied up on that 2 week trial?
So during the day I eat because I am bored.
My number one struggle right now is work, too. Mine is for different reasons. I am so overwhelmed with the pressure. I hate it. I don't want it anymore. I worked my tushy off just so I could get right where I am and now at 43 I'm saying "what for?". I don't want the stress anymore. I also don't want the long hours that keep me from my family and training. Ugh. Have I mentioned they recently told me I might have to go to Kuwait????
Oh my.....In a way, this thread is so very sad.....we have been thru so much.....but in a way, how uplifting! Look where we are today and look at what we've been thru and what we have accomplished! We must be incredibly strong women! 
while watching Lost and that was the day.
Is that day 1 (in a row) of being completely on track? I hope today is going just as well for you. 
As an idea why not put something in your purse to snack on if the cravings for the apetizers get to much - a bag of nuts maybe or something portable. Just an idea.
He said he'd do it with me. So I better stop talking about The Kayanos (See Events thread).
