I have a confession to make.... and it's definitely one that I'm not proud of. I thought that maybe going 'silent' would mean that I didn't have to deal with it. But that's not the reality. I've been eating my emotions.. ALL of my emotions. I'm happy - I eat . I'm sad - I eat . I'm angry - I eat. I'm stressed - I ea t. I'm bored - I eat . And well, you get the picture. I stepped on the scale at the gym... defeated doesn't even begin to explain how I felt. I knew. My clothes told me. I didn't need 'a scale' to tell me. I knew. I kept saying that I was just 'bloated' or this or that. But the cold hard reality is no... I've gained more weight and slipped back into the all or nothing mentality. When I got injured from the dog ( When the Unexpected Happens ) all exercise basically stopped. I was upset in a lot of areas in my life, and I turned to food for comfort. Add a lot of traveling this Summer ( think