I absolutely adore food.
Food does not adore me. Actually nutritious food does adore me, junk food…well…
I have problems with portion control.
Food has no problems with control.
I gravitate towards food when I’m depressed, stressed, or bored.
Food gravitates towards me when I’m depressed, stressed and not bored.
Food turns into a hip hugger. 
I turn into a ‘clothes don’t fit’ bugger.
Food can be soft, warm and cuddly.
I prefer not to be soft, but I can be warm and cuddly.
Food is my nemesis, my savior and salvation.
I am my worst nemesis, definitely not a savior and salvation has been quite iffy lately.
I joined Nutrisystem and received my first box of food.
I quit Nutrisystem and returned my first box of food.
I thought I put food in its place, portion wise, with that initial order.
The food from Nutrisystem obviously put me in my place when the preservatives in the food wreaked havoc on my digestive system in a very public place.
I give up.
Food does not give up, go away or stretch for two days’ worth of servings.
I give in.
Food wins.
