My cat is an emotional eater.

He truly is. My poor little Ninja, 7 months old, and he's already an emotional eater. Every time he gets in trouble, it's straight for his food dish, where he sits sullenly and munches on his premium cat food, because he's spoiled rotten. 

I guess he's much like his momma in that aspect. I mean, when I'm happy (as I am now) I'm good with the whole healthy eating aspect of my life. I've lost 10 pounds, by the way. Very excited! Anyway, sidetracked... Ahh, yes, emotional eating. Much to my dismay, I think it was Tuesday or Wednesday, I had a terrible day... Absolutely horrendous. I had a chocolate bar AND ice cream cone! And I don't know if you know this, but that shit ain't good for someone trying to get rid of their belly! No... Refined sugar = BAD!

Anyway, all that matters is I'm happy now. Over the moon happy. I wish I could explain a bit more... But I can't. I can say that I'm seeing a counsellor, and he's fantastic. There are other not-so-little things going on in my life that are contributing to my continued happiness. Running, for example! Oh, God, do you know how fucking amazing it feels to get on my sneakers and go? I never thought those words would come out of my mouth. Running is becoming part of me. I admittedly cannot go far, but why does that matter? Building stamina, getting UP to that 5km run! That's how we do!

Babble, babble, babble. My kitchen smells like peanut butter and pepperoni pizza. What a wonderful smell! I'm happy to be back to me, and back to you.

Love you!!!

Xoxo