My life has an absurd amount of stress. Between raising three kids under seven, being a full time nursing student, attempting to run our home, working part time as a baking assistant and trying to be a good wife it is safe to say I am overwhelmed most of the time.
When I’m overwhelmed? I eat.
I eat a lot.
I’m not picky. I love sweets, carbs, and fruit…anything that I can munch on. I don’t always eat unhealthy foods, but I eat them for the wrong reason. I don’t eat because I am hungry; I eat because I am bored or because it makes me feel better. I feel like in my crazy life at least I can control what I put in my body.
I Was Out Of Control
The only problem is, I am not in control. The food is in control of me. My first year of nursing school saw me gain 25 pounds and an ulcer. I’m 5 foot 4 inches. Not cool. None of my clothing fit and God knows I wasn’t happy with my size BEFORE I gained this extra pudge. I was barely fitting in my size 16s and it was making me feel like poo. I knew that I was overeating but I just couldn’t stop. I was so stressed ALL the time about school, and I had kids in three different schools with three different schedules and I was losing my losing mind right along with my waist.
JUST NO. NOT COOL.
May came and so did summer. I had two and a half glorious months off. I spent time by pool, I went on to the beach as much as I could, I went away for the weekend with my husband, I enjoyed my kids and I lived day by day.
I also lost 20 pounds without even trying.
As the fall semester started back up at the end of August, I really tried to evaluate my eating habits over the summer and compare them to the school year and the results were staggering. The amount I was eating during the school year was unbelievable, and during the summer? I ate when I was hungry. Imagine that.
4 MONTHS LATER, SAME JEANS YA’LL!
How I Lost The Weight
I looked at what I could to take away some of the stress that accompanies being a full time nursing student. I finally did what I never do and hate doing. I asked for more help. I finally took my mother-in-law up on her offer to help more with the kids. I picked up a ten-hour a week job baking, which is something that I love to do. I made time to reconnect with some friends. I made sure my time spent with the kids was actually with them and not just time spent in the same room. I talked to my super supportive husband about things I just really needed help with. I felt better about myself and better about my abilities to juggle all the responsibility on my plate.
I have managed to get through almost the entire semester without really putting on any weight outside of the oh mah gawd why did I have that last piece of pie bloating weight that come with the holidays.
So I ask you… why do you eat? Do you eat when you’re nervous? Scared? Happy? Sad? Stressed? All of the above? I truly think that if we can explore the reasons behind our need to over eat we will be in such a better position to get healthy.
P.S. There is NOTHING better than getting back in your skinny jeans.