The 5oz Foodie

I had a bit of a melancholy moment today... But instead of just letting the depression take over like I normally would, I tried to actually listen to what my body was trying to tell me... In the past I would just allow the sadness to envelope me, but now that I am learning how to listen to my body, it's getting better... I am still a worrier... I worry about what others think of me, I worry if others are happy... You might say I over think things a lot... It is something I struggle with... For so long I have had to put up this mask... This happy all the time, life of the party, laugh with me so you aren't laughing at me mentality that it is hard to stop worrying so much...  As I was sitting in my car, contemplating all of these things this afternoon, this song came on the radio... It has been a favorite of mine since it was released a while back and I know I have blogged the lyrics before, but it is one of those things that bears repeating... No matter what comes m...

Yesterday I spoke a little bit about uncovering some past hurt and today I think I need to explain it a little further... I have said this before but it bares repeating... Parents you need to teach your children that words hurt... Calling another kid; stupid, ugly, gay, fat, whale, grouch, I think you get my point, is unacceptable... They are especially unacceptable coming from you... Words like that stick with children... Around the third grade I started emotional eating and thus began gaining weight... By the 8th grade I was 185 pounds... I was called fat, whale, lard ass, you name it... I didn't wear jeans until maybe my Junior Year in High School because they didn't make them for plus size girls back then... Thankfully or maybe unthankfully, I grew up with a very outgoing personality... So any pain I experienced from the names was buried down beneath the food and the fat and I became the funny, crazy girl... I realized early on in life, if I was the center of attention, ...