Dear Humanity
Wow. Crazy couple of years, folks. It's as if a higher-being bartender took my emotional, physical, psychological, and spiritual entities threw them in a shaker and served a Mixed Margaret on the rocks. Let's start with the physical. My health has not been the greatest these past few years. After I had my daughter, I just never lost the baby weight. In fact, I really just kept eating like I was still pregnant. There are a lot of psychological ties to this, I believe, but I just haven't had time or money to talk with a professional about it. However, I have the greatest counselor of all, so I know I can always talk to Him about it. Food gave me comfort, a good feeling, a sense of happiness. When I was a kid, I was always rewarded with a treat: a congratulatory dinner, an ice cream cone, a bag of candy, etc. While I still do not think this is a bad way to celebrate, I do see how it can tie food with emotions. Needless to say, at age 33, I am the heaviest I've ever been in