How many times have I said this to myself, you ask? Ummm....only about a million and three. So it comes as no surprise that I am sure that this is the moment. This is the time when I am actually going to begin mastering my unhealthy relationship between self and food. I am an emotional eater. Stressed? I need a sweet. Lonely? Definitely need to cuddle up with a good chick flick and some Ben & Jerry's. Happy? Well, let's celebrate with something sugary!
Have I always been this way? I suppose...although it got much worse about 8 or 9 years ago. I had some pretty major stress in my personal life and I stopped working out and turned to food. I know, it's ridiculous. Fast forward to two babies later and I am now an overweight, exhausted mother of two young children. Love my kids, love my husband, love my family...just don't love my body.
Oh, and did I mention I do not have an athletic bone in my body? Uh, yeah. That, too.
Great things are happening in my life right now. My husband and I are building our dream home and we are both thrilled about it. So what's my problem, you ask? Something called plantar faciitis...that's been my excuse for the past year or so. I let it go so long before I sought treatment that now I'm dealing with a bone spur and a sack of fluid right under that bone spur...translation=major pain.
I used to think I was pretty...not in a conceited way, but in the way that I didn't think I was butt ugly or anything. Not anymore...all I see is fat and it is inhibiting me in every way.
I need the insanity to stop. I seriously can't take it anymore. I want a healthy life in all ways: physically, emotionally and spiritually.
I know it can be done.
It can be done, right?
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