As many of you have experienced eating is sometimes not about hunger. It's about need, filling a void or swallowing a bandaid for some hurt or stressor. With me eating is all about stress. When my husband had a stroke I gained 30 pounds in a month. I fed my face for comfort and to relieve the fear that he may actually die. I always envied those people who lost weight during times of trouble because they couldn't eat a thing. I wanted to be one of those people. I believe I've made a major breakthrough. I've had a very stressful and emotional few days and I haven't gone to the fridge for solace. In the past whenever things got tough food was my harbor in a storm, my hideout, my friend, my bandaid. It always helped me through. It was my get even (that's not logical but it was)! I didn't do that this time. There was a death in the family, a major argument with my mother that caused problems with my husband and ended giving me major chest pains, I lived with my Nitro pills for several hours. But I didn't feed my face. I stayed on program! I feel success on this front. The problems are not over but I won't feed my stress. NS gave me the tools and you're support gave me the encouragement to stay on track. Thank you with all my heart.