When we went to the State Fair on Saturday, I did great and didn't eat anything at all. Then on Sunday and Monday, all I've done is eat all day. I mean EVERYTHING!!! If it's not nailed down, I've eaten it.
I'm completely stressed out. We've been told that we have to get rid of our dog or move. I have until October 1st to find a house that will take 5 kids and a 70 pound dog. Then I have to find a way to come up with the deposit and first month's rent.
Why can't I find a better way to deal with my stress than eating? I know that it only makes me feel worse, but I do it anyway. I know better, so why do I do it? I'm sure that I must have put on 5 pounds in the last two days. If not more. I've been like a continuous garbage disposal.
We've been in this house for over 4 years. Since my youngest was a newborn. I've got all of their heights on a wall in the laundry room, and they've made so many memories here and now we have to leave and I have to find a new place. I"m much more stressed about trying to find a new place then I am about leaving this one.
I'll never be able to maintain if I don't find another way to deal with my stress. Not to mention taking off this last 38 pounds.
So now I've confessed and they say that confession is good for the soul, but I don't feel any better. Thanks for listening anyway.