I was never obese in my entire life until marriage. Yes, I have a family history of obesity, diabetes, heart problems, food lovers, etc., but I have always been smaller than everyone in my family. Because of the fear of gaining weight in my younger life, I watched what I would eat, exercised all that good stuff. Then, came marriage, kids, and stress. I let go of my exercise and gained a lot.
For many year, I thought it was because I had kids, my busy life, or just the every day rush from work and kids, but that was not the cause. In other posts, I have written about having anxiety and how to overcome it. Everything that I tried reduced my anxiety levels, and it became manageable. Sometimes, I thought it was gone completely. I felt so great about it that I would want to celebrate! And you know what that means, food!
Food was always on my mind. Always. In the mornings, when I would wake up, I would think to myself “hmm, where should I stop for breakfast today?” Throughout the day, I would crave chocolate, chips, anything that was free in the teacher’s lounge. For lunch, I wanted to talk to coworkers and vent about our stressful job, all while….eating.
For dinner, I was so stressed about work that I wanted something so delicious to decompress and “feel” better about the day. For anything, good or bad in my life, I thought of food. For a road trip-food, birthday-food, vacation-food, promotion-food, arguments-food, bills-food, new friends-food. Every single damn thing in my life revolved around food. I never…
