Nope. I'm tired of this feeling. Because I love myself and because I love my child, I need to do something about this.
I didn't realize or admit to myself until recently, but I've been binge eating at night. When Peter goes to work and when Jenny is sleeping, I have no other distractions, and I eat. Oh boy, do I eat. I'm talking whole Jimmy Johns subs, chips, drink, and then dessert. I'm talking dinner, dinner again, then 3 shortbread cookie bars.
I'm so sick. I feel like I'm just pushing my body to its limits and letting it control my life. I'm not happier because I eat. I don't feel like I'm fueling myself so that I can have energy for my daughter. I feel like I'm just stuffing and cramming and pushing. More more more. Until I can't move.
SO July 1 is the day I take my body back.
