Parenting Myself, I thought I wasn't a teenager anymore. . .

This morning I had a talk with a good friend about failed attempts at dieting, etc. It was amazing to see how many shared feelings we had. One I wanted to put out there was the idea of "parenting" myself. I decide my life (eating) is as good as it should be and it is time for change. I need some will power, and I look for a source. In my past the way to get things done regardless of the pressures was "because I said so" from Mom or Dad. Enter my internal self Parent. Lets call her Suzie. For the first week or two, Suzie and I are best friends. "Thank you Suzie for helping me with this, I couldn't do it alone". Then week three comes around and Suzie says "come on Laura, I believe in you, don't give up". Good right? Until we make it to week four and Suzies evil nature is revealed. I am losing steam  and she is out of ideas of how to parent well, and she starts telling me things like:

1. "Are you really giving up again?"
2. "You can't eat that, you know better"
3. "I said no"
4. "I don't care if you don't like it"

and the battle begins, but it is a civil war. All the casualties are your own. Suzie is me, Laura is me, and they are fighting back and forth. It usually ends the same way all parenting does, the teenage kid says don't tell me what to do, and boom an adult is born. Only this time being an "adult" means lapsing back into old habits and lots of brownies. In reality it is more like fighting myself for control, not adult at all.

The answer?? I want to keep myself together, realize the battle is an external thing, fight against the culture of french fries and find peace with myself. Peace and Health. I want both.