WhisperinaVacuum's Journal

While still trying to watch what I eat and be healthier, I have strayed from the path.  I have watched as my weight began to fluctuate and I have watched as my moods have changed accordingly.  I think its time to face facts.  I am addicted to food.  I feel good when I eat.  When I'm angry, tense, sad, depressed, my first response is, to eat.  I eat to make myself feel good.  Then when I see a shirt I want, a small piece of status that will make me just that much more noticeable to my peers, and it doesn't fit, then I am suddenly sad again.  And so I eat.  Because I have to eat, right?  *sigh*

Anyway, today, in a moment of extreme anxiety I redirected myself from eating and sleeping (my 2 favorite pass times) and I went to exercise.  It did not go at all as I had planned, because all the equipment in the gym is broken.  Still, I feel better than I did, and I weighed myself at 311 lbs. today.  That's a full 9 pounds from when I started.  Doesn't sound like much, but strap 9 pounds of potatoes to your body and see how you feel, right?  I'm hopeful and I still feel bad.  At least I was productive today.