I am quickly realizing that I have real issues with food. I mean. Yeah. DUH I HAVE ISSUES WITH FOOD. I wouldn't have gotten this massive if I didn't.
I'm talking about when I am with my children and they are driving me looney bins and I reach into their stash of candy for m&m's just to help me cool off. The other night, Traci and I were sitting on the couch chit chatting and I ate almost .. okay.. pretty much ALL of a bag of cheese puffs. I didn't even realize it until it was a done deal.
People don't do what I do and stay thin-ish. I don't want to fail. I want this to be the end all be all-- for my kids to never remember their big fat mom. I don't want to screw up and look back on a failed situation.