Losing my best friend - food

yes you read right, I'm slowly starting to come to terms with my appending loss...food. I knew it would happen at some point, where I would be forced to stop leaning on for support during the ohh soo dificult times throughout the years. It was always within reach whenever needed and never turned me down. It was the one thing i could always rely on to make that emptyness in the pit of my stomach, hungry or not, always content. But now, I'm slowly realizing for the sake of everything in my life that is good, I MUST part ways with the obsession. And that is exactly what it is, an obsession. You don't know how many times I wished that god just created us all the same size regardless of what we ate. That food had no impact on our physical well beings what so ever. But that was never really my wish, my wish was to be able to have an obsessive free relationship with food. One that I knew was always there, but only had for survival needs. I know that day is coming. It has to come, I have no choice. I will NEVER allow myself to get back to this person who lost soo much control. I will have that control back. For all the good reason :)