Stupid Food.

I hate food. And I love food.

It's a vicious cycle. I know that I need food to live. I should be looking at it as fuel, not as a treat. But I still do. I talk a good game. I know all of the right things to do, all of the right thing to eat, and that I need exercise to accompany my eating habits. But look at this. This is what I had for lunch yesterday:

Jersey Mike's Turkey on Wheat: No cheese, Lettuce, Tomato, Pickles, Onions, Mayo (full fat), and Vinegar.

No Chips....yay me! Right?!

Wait for it......

2, count em', 2 Cadbury Eggs. Did I need those? NO! Why did I even buy them in the first place? And why did I feel the need to eat both of them in one sitting?

I know why. Because I was overwhelmed at work and I went out at lunch at it made me feel better. Until after I ate them.

Emotional eating! I should just be allowed to take a nap every time that I want to eat. They should diagnose me with a medical condition and write me a note or something. Yes, I know that's completely ridiculous, but it works. If I want to snack at night, I try to pack it in and go to bed instead of eating.

I guess the point of this post is to show that I'm still struggling. I was on such a roll before I got pregnant with Ava, and I keep trying to recreate that time. Eat the same things, etc... but my life now is completely different. I have TWO children now. I work in a different city. I can't do bootcamp. Ava goes to bed at 7pm, which hinders going out of the house. I guess I'm just stressed is all.

Any uplifting comments/suggestions/inspirational thoughts? (Emily, I know you're out there!)