Coffee
Ice Cream
Cookies
Milk Chocolate
BREAD!


These are a few of my favourite things! These are the things I refuse to cut out of my life. 


I don't believe that we should cut the things we want out of our diet. What's the point? Often I just find myself resenting the diet gods for telling me ice cream is bad for me and that I can't eat it. We always want what we can't have, right? But, it's a slippery slope my friends. So my focus for this week...EVERYTHING IN MODERATION! 


It sounds so simple! It should be simple! We've all heard it our whole lives! There is such a thing as too much of a good thing! Chapman's Peanut Butter Frozen Yogurt...it's my latest weakness. It's a "I don't need a bowl" kind of thing. A, "if i pack as much as I can into one scoop, it's still just one scoop right? Doesn't matter if the scoop is the size of my head! It's just one!" kind of thing. It's wonderful! So, I'm going to try and use some reverse psychology (or something like that). Instead of one giant scoop, how about a smaller bowl? A smaller plate? A smaller glass? How about a change of perspective?


The more I think about it, I mean really sit and think, I discover that my problem is all in my perspective. And when I say perspective, I mean, on life and everything that goes with it.  I battled depression for a long time and learned to eat my feelings early. Throughout high school, it was a struggle. I think the only thing that saved me from ballooning back then was that I was an athlete. I probably burned off what I ate at a fairly consistent rate, I also had a little bit of a metabolism (just a touch though). But then, graduation happened. I was done with sports, my groups of friends changed and my emotions got out of control. I just couldn't manage them. There didn't seem to be enough food in the world to feed the appetite of my sadness. I started packing on the pounds and never got to feel any better. 


It wasn't until after I got married that I recognized I needed some additional support. I went to the doctor, got me some great little pills, and started my journey to recognizing who I really am. Now, 5 years later, I'm off the pills and I'm coming to terms with the person I am. I'm finally comfortable in my own skin. 


So, what does this have to do with weight loss? What does it not have to do with it?!? This is my beginning, this is where food and I started off. This is where I go back to in an effort to go forward. Maybe you can relate, maybe you can see yourself in different parts of my story, maybe you were just to scared to talk about it. But Honey! We are all in same boat, floating on the same ocean with the same waves beating against us every day. We are in this together! 
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Side note on depression - my personal feelings on the whole thing...it does not need to be a big ugly secret! Chances are, if you talk about it, you'll be hard pressed to find someone who hasn't been affected by it. I'm sure there is some crazy stat out there that says 1 in every 1 Canadian will suffer from depression in their lifetime. Talk about it, get help, be brave. I am strictly speaking from personal experience here, no medical background, just a chubby, formally sad, girl telling her story.