I've been debating over what to write about this week. I have been dealing with some pretty sad stuff lately and that's been a bummer. I've taken great care not to self-medicate with food. I have in the past considered myself somewhat of an emotional eater. And I don't mean just sad emotions. People often gather with friends, celebrate weddings/showers/birthdays - all happy events - with food. I think a lot of times, people equate emotional eating with being sad. I was sad last week. And I had the opposite problem. I didn't want to eat. Hubby had to make me eat. I had to remind myself to eat. That's never really happened to me before. I think part of me was afraid that once I started, I wouldn't stop. I'm mostly back to my "normal" self now and am happy that I didn't feed my face to try to feel better. Because I know in my head that doesn't work. You just end up feeling more miserable.
On a happier note (yes, get on with it already, Sheri), I celebrated a scale victory (YAY ME) and a non-scale victory (YAY ME) when I went down another size in jeans and dress! That certainly was a pick-me-up feeling and I believe now that there is truth in "retail therapy". I got some of the spring back in my step when I left my favorite store yesterday with a bag full of goodies.
Incidentally, my whole family celebrated scale victories this week. I couldn't be prouder. It doesn't take a village just to raise a child, it takes a village to lose the weight of a small child. Ha! It's seriously hard to lose weight. And if you don't have the support around you, it's even harder. I have a TON of support at home. I have my parents and my sister supporting from a-far. I have my BFF doing this along side me. I also have my co-workers support. All of these people in my life are my personal cheerleaders. Without them, I just don't think I would be this successful. So, if you are reading this and you know who you are - thank you.