
I just came out of THE WORST day I’ve had in a long time. As soon as I woke up, I knew. I knew it was going to be a hard day. I’d had no sleep the night before — Rascal had a fever — and the kids woke up at, like, 6am.
I was angry, moody, depressed, the works. And, how hard is it NOT to take it out on the kids! NOT to snap! Motherhood is such a freaking challenge. I never knew it’d be this challenging. It’s all worth it, of course. But, the emotional, physical, mental challenge of it all is truly overwhelming.
And, of course, it hits me right in the middle of a HUGE dieting turnaround. I went grocery shopping and filled my fridge to the brim with fruits and vegetables just yesterday. I ate my fruit for breakfast, my salad and soup for lunch, my FAB quinoa & cashew dish for dinner (recipe to come). After dinner, as always, though, I gave up.
I gave up.
And, I had a little binge. Another little binge. And, I feel terrible.
I am Haley-O and I am an emotional eater. If you see me on the street, you will KNOW this. It’s written on my body. Inscribed. I can’t hide my little problem.
Why am I an emotional eater? I have no DOUBT that this is the reason: I suffered a GREAT TRAUMA in my pregnancies — particularly my first pregnancy. Pregnancy depression: it’s the same as postpartum depression, only it happens DURING pregnancy. During that time, I was so anxious I couldn’t eat. I was TERRIFIED of food. I thought if I ate one BITE of something wrong, I’d lose or damage the baby.
After MUCH professional help, I finally healed — at least superficially.
But, I developed some fattening coping mechanisms, some fattening bad habits.
I’ve tried a bunch of diets, sought out professionals, to help me reclaim my lithe figure. I can barely stick to ANYTHING for a day. And, that’s the truth.
And, I get so MAD at myself. And, the cycle continues.
I’m hoping, though, that I’ve realized something today, and that this evening’s little binge has taught me something new — because it was SO OBVIOUSLY a bout of emotional eating.
It taught me that I have some habits to break. I have some moving on to do. I have some major healing to do.
Tomorrow’s another day…. Hopefully, a gentler day all ’round….
I can do this…. I can move on and shed the fear, the anxiety, the past. I can definitely move on.
P.S. There’s something wrong with the comments. I know you can’t comment right now. Thanks so much for the great feedback in your emails! Working on the comment issue. Try commenting again soon if it doesn’t already work. LOVE! xo Haley-O




















