I had an epiphany this week. I’m an emotional eater. There are certain aspects of my life with which I’m just unhappy and I turn to food to cope.
I workout almost every day and the majority of my meals are completely clean, homemade and healthy, but I binge on the worst things in the world. It’s caught up to me and I can see the difference in my body—my thighs, my midsection, my face—and it’s driving me batty.
This Monday I woke up with intention, and the constant reminder of my bad habit every time I look in the mirror or slip* into a pair of jeans. I work so hard to have a healthy and fit body, but I damn myself with emotional eating. This week feels different and I’m ready to combat this.
I’ve contacted my CrossFit coach to have my body fat measured because, because in addition to a bit of extra padding, I’ve gained a shite-ton of muscle. And despite the surplus of cushioning, I swear I can see my muscles through my jeans and my booty hasn’t ever looked better. It’s go time and I’m not messin’ around anymore. This work WILL be worth it.