Destination: Health
I have never had a good relationship with food, happy? Eat. Sad? Eat. Just feeling meh? Eat. Breathing? Eat. Food is both my love and my enemy at the same time. It helps me and hurts me, when in reality it's only supposed to help me. I've been on somewhat of a binge lately, I've gained a good amount of weight back and man, that stings to type. To acknowledge. I've been avoiding the scale, looking in the mirror.. basically avoiding myself. So we can see where that has gotten me. (Answer is nowhere) At 31.5 (eeeeesh) I really have to start thinking more about my health, I've never really been in a "Good" place healthwise. Either my thyroid is wonky or my iron is low.. I'm tired. constantly. I'm sore. Constantly. I can never just have a good day and feel great and I'm really sick of it. I've been doing a lot of research and having a lot of conversations with what exactly eating healthy is, some will say that it's never having a grain or