Engaging in intense therapy

I’ve made the mistake of actually watching the news the last couple of weeks and it’s made me terribly depressed. When I get depressed I eat. When I eat I get fat and then even more depressed.

A friend told me it would do me good to research my health issues stating ‘knowledge is the answer.’ After a 2 hour google search that included taking one of those ‘what’s your REAL age’ tests I was even more depressed. I’ve decided ‘chocolate is the answer’ and I’ve now blocked her on Facebook.

Dieting is a Weigh of Life
I love sweets which makes it impossible for me to stay with a diet – I guess that makes me a desserter. (teehee)

I find it’s easier to eat healthy when I’m home alone. I can take my time and eat slowly which they say is good for you. That makes sense given that it’s not the minutes you spend at the table that adds pounds, it’s the seconds. On the road eating in restaurants is diet death. Even if there are healthy choices, the hardest part isn’t watching what you eat. It’s watching what other people eat. It’s stressful seeing people eat what you really wanted to order. And remember, Stressed spelled backwards is Desserts. It’s a vicious circle. It’s leading me to drink.

So I decided to concentrate on exercise instead of diet. I’ve taken up jogging in the afternoons around 5pm. The trouble is the ice cubes keep sloshing out of my martini glass…