February 24, 2012

Truth about Me and Food

I have a confession. 
Normally, I don't like to talk about something so vulnerable to me but I feel that if I put it out there into the universe aka the internet, I will be more motivated to heal up this problem in my life.

I have an horrible relationship with food.

There is nothing else that gets me down so much as when I think about the horrible things I put into my body sometimes. I justify all sorts of indulgences and I am undoubtedly an emotional eater. 
You may be wondering, "This is a little silly, just do it. Just eat healthy and work out" And I really wish it were that simple for me, but unfortunately, this is one of the hardest struggles I have.

I can't remember ever having a healthy relationship with food. Ever since I can remember, I have always eaten the same. It wasn't until I started using birth control that my habits caught up to me and I put on quite a few pounds. This was a difficult thing for me to realize, being a newlywed woman, feeling that I couldn't control these habits I have been practicing my whole life. 

I still feel pretty when I dress up and I can feel sexy in my own skin. And I love working out more than a lot of things.

However, I do not feel healthy in the least. And when at the end of the day, I am sitting on my couch thinking about the things I have eaten that day, I am disappointed in myself. And it's been going on more far too many nights for my liking. 

So today I have decided to seek the answers I'm looking for. I know what healthy food is, I know how to eat healthy, I know what I can do to lose the unwanted pounds off of my body

But I don't know how to change my thinking.

I am reaching out to people who have done it and I am going to work really hard to change the way I think so I can be a better person for myself, my husband and my future family.

I know I can do this.

2 comments:

  1. I just wrote you a message on facebook :)

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  2. You CAN! You can. YOU can! I have faith in you. Also, I just think you're the bees knees.

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