Why do I have to have such a love affair with all food good for me and all food bad? Since last week I've gained 7 pounds. I've still been working out but no matter what I put in my mouth the work outs don't matter.
I admit I've been emotional eating and comfort eating because it's been easy.
As you know Andy had the tumor from his left thigh removed last Friday. The surgery went well and he's at home recovering very nicely.
I've had a lot of wine to drink, a lot of good for me food to eat and a lot of bad for me food to eat. I hate this love hate relationship I have with food. I hate that it's so easy to just fall back. I really wish the taste of wine would make me want to vomit (not that I drink that much but still) and that the taste of bad food like mexican would make me want to vomit.
So off I go...Off to kill myself in the gym I head. Today is my first day back to work since Andy's surgery so back on track I head too with food.