I Love Eating I love eating. I enjoy eating. It doesn't need to be super delicious. Eating is one of the moments that makes me happy. But sometimes, I feel like I'm enjoying the action of eating, not the food itself. For the record, I do enjoy the food. They are delicious. But I also find myself looking for something to eat when I have nothing to do. I feel a need for something to put in my mouth. That's why I end up having chewing gum all day, or opening and closing the cupboard every now and then, because I know I have crisps in there (which I shouldn't have bought in the first place). I enjoy eating, but I'm not an exercising person. I know I should, and I do want to get rid of some my fat on my belly, but I don't have the motivation for go running, do sit ups, or even do stretching. I like walking though. If it's less than half an hour to the shop, I would walk. I can walk around all day and I will enjoy it. As I said, I don't like exercising, but I can't stop moaning and groaning that I'm not fit. Every time I sigh when my jeans are tight, I tell myself that I either need to stop eating snacks, or start exercising. But again, I can't stop eating, because eating is such a joy, or exercise, because I'm lazy and I don't have self control. However, since I wrote this notebook, I'm going to make a promise, a promise to not eat snacks on weekdays. Let me know if you have any tips to distract yourself from eating. I am open to any advice.