Glorious food. Oh how I love thee. You, on the other hand, love me too much. You cling to my thighs, my belly, my booty. You and I are in the midst of a change of guard. For far too long, you, dear food, were in control. And I was your humble servant. This will no longer be the case. I am taking back control and creating a new, healthy relationship with food. Not one with labels of good or bad but one of balance.