Food Addiction

Something I really didn't want to admit to myself let alone to anyone one else, but here it is : I am addicted to food. I suppose, in a way, everyone is. You have to eat to live, you can't survive without food. But, my addiction is the unhealthy kind. Now, I'm not the kind of person that goes into McDonalds and orders an insane amount of food to eat all in one sitting. Actually, I can't really eat all that much at one time, especially since I had my gall bladder out. But, I am a grazer and I do it all day long. I don't really think about it and I never thought it would make much of a difference because I usually only eat one meal a day. But, when you start paying attention and logging everything you eat, boy, those calories sure add up. It would probably be different if what I was eating was carrot sticks and celery as opposed to cheeze its and brownie bites, lol. So, I'm in the process of trying to change what I "graze" on. And it's hard. I love my cheeze its and I'm a hardcore chocoholic. What makes it harder, tho, is when you have a partner that is a total sugar addict and thinks that he is showing his love by bringing home cakes, pies, chocolates etc. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but ***sigh*** he just doesn't understand. And I know damn well that I shouldn't eat that crap, but that stuff to me is like crack to a crackhead. So, how do I explain to my beloved that, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, he's killing me. I tell him he's making me fat, he's says "You're beautiful, I love you ". I feel blessed that I have a man who accepts me the way I am, but I wish he'd buy me flowers instead of food, lol. I can say that one good thing I've done is, I've given up soda. Completely. I now only drink water and if I have to have something other than water, it's Vitamin Water or Mio. I haven't drank soda in well over a month, probably longer. And I don't miss it. My next goal is to eliminate the rest of the sugar. Easier said than done. I don't buy it, but somehow, it always ends up in my house. Like the the stuff has a mind of its own and sneaks in when I'm not paying attention. It's a real challenge when the rest of your family isn't on the same page you are. Can anyone reading this relate? How did you deal with it?