Oh, have times changed.
I am getting honest with myself. I have not been happy with my weight for some time. I would not fall into the category of overweight, but I am about 8 to 10 lbs heavier than I would like. It may not sound like a lot, but for me, it is.
I am an emotional eater. Bad day? Well, it's nothing some pizza or pasta won't fix. Unwinding at the end of the day? Why, yes, I would love some candy to munch on while I watch tv. Feeling happy? Bring on the ice cream. I don't know when this started happening, but it's been going on for so long that I can't remember not being this way.
Now I wonder why I can't wear clothes that I used to or why I get questions from strangers asking when my baby is due. I pretend that it doesn't matter. I pretend that it doesn't affect my confidence.
But it really does.
It affects me everyday and I am tired of it.
I want to change my eating habits but I don't know if I can. If I'm getting honest, I'm afraid to try. Yet I'm afraid NOT to try.