No thanks, I eat

gift bagMy mom and I went to a couple bridal shops, to peruse wedding gown styles. In one particular shop, I was handed a gift bag with a pretty bow and “Congratulations!” tag. I said my thanks and we went about our business…which I’ll fill you in on later.


When I got home, I opened the gift bag and saw coupons for a bunch of places, a travel sized deodorant, a package of tissues, and two Slimful bars that promise to “satisfy hunger for hours”…so you don’t eat anything else. Like, you know. REAL FOOD.

So, are they saying I’m not supposed to eat real food on the day of my wedding?

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(Un)comfort eating

I would always laugh at the term “fat and happy” and scoff at “well, when people are content and settled, they gain weight…” – usually because it was always delivered with a smirk and “you’ll seeeeee” type attidessertstude.

No. I do not see. Ignorance is bliss, I’d think. And, I also like staying in the type of ‘in shape’ I’m comfortable with.

While I have zero desire to ever be a ‘gym person’, I find other ways to exercise. Daily walks with the pup, and Pilates is – or I should now say was – a big source of exercise for me. At one point, I would have considered myself to be a Pilataholic. And, when it came to eating – I was never a stress eater. In fact, I was always just the opposite. Nervous, upset, disappointed, angry or stressed? I could not eat. I literally was not hungry — and eating was the most undesirable activity my body could partake in.


Point is, with the huge stress of leaving a job and people I love to move from NY to IL, I lost the desire — and time — to exercise. And, gained the desire to eat comfort food over anything else. This is especially aided by being on the road and/or without pots and pans to cook with. Restaurants and takeout is just easier. I’d try to make healthy choices. Oh, a salad for dinner? Sounds awesome and healthy, sure. Let’s add fried chicken, guacamole, cheese, ranch dressing and a side of onion rings, though. Because I’m stressed.

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