<human>: In these past 5 months, I have lost 52 pounds, but in the last few days, the 23 and 1/2 years of habits have taken over a bit...on Christmas day my family had a serious health scare with my mom, we spent the 25th and 26th in the hospital, and it was overall a very shitty holiday.  Turns out all is well with my mom, but over those few days, I ate like shit, because the old motto came back, "Look at what you're going through right now, you "deserve" this burger, this pizza, this cookie." 

Today I realized, as I was having my healthy breakfast, that even though these past 5 months, I have done really well, and have learned how to make good choices, I am battling a life time of excuses I have made for myself.  You're sad, eat.  You're happy, eat.  You're mad, eat.  You're worried, eat. The hardest thing for me to learn / realize, is that "comfort" food, doesn't really comfort me. Most times it makes me feel worse, I feel my best when I put good food in my body, so the struggle will be to remember this when I am stressed or worried or angry or sad.

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<bot>: Comfort food doesn't really comfort me anymore, I feel my best when I made good decisions about my diet, but I know it'll be hard to remember this when I have the urge to binge.