The Stretching Pants

Everyone deals with loss differently. I have always been food addict, I love to eat, I love to cook, I love to bake, go to the store, try new recipes, over indulge and stuff my self full. This has led me to be the fat little girl in middle school and the chubby girl in high school. For the most part, I did enough activity to balance out my eating which prevented me from becoming extremely over weight, but lets just say I have never exactly looked cute in a swimsuit. After I had graduated from high school and my weekly dance classes and cheer practices stopped I began to but on a few pounds, definitely gained the freshman 10. So my mom, my dad, and I began weight watchers. We became conscious of what we eating and made a strong effort eat right, and I was able to lose about 12 pounds, and I felt more comfortable with my body with this weight loss than I have since I began worrying about my body image.

But, my problem with food is it is a comfort. When I feel sad, cooking or baking relaxes me and eating makes me happy (spoken like a true fat kid at heart). After my dad passed, I turned to food as my comfort, I would temporarily let food fill the void which was left in my heart. Which would have been fine if I ate healthy, but when i am sad or upset healthy is not what I crave, unfortunately, I crave greasy tacos or carne asada nachos which are piled high...juicy cheese burgers, pasta, and pretty much everything that is bad but so delicious.

Until recently, I have been "eating my feelings" which then turns and eats at me. And that is all GOING TO STOP.

I am determined to change my habits, change my mindset which will in turn change my body. One step at a time.

I am creating this blog to

1. hold myself accountable
2. hopefully inspire someone who is in similar circumstances to do the same
3. Share my progress
4. Share my new recipes
5. And finally share my successes and disasters