I've been eating and sleeping like crazy since the wedding. It's one or the other all the time. I'm really disgusted at myself because I don't want to be one of those wives who let themselves go, but it looks like that is where I am headed. Gross.

I totally believe that I am not one to eat much. That is, if I lived in a little space bubble, like bubble boy. I am not that into food, it doesn't give me much contentment, and I used to be fine eating one big meal a day. In high school, I would eat a piece of fruit for dinner and that was all I needed. I wasn't starving myself or anything; That's all my body was hungry for. That is when, living with the most overprotective dad, I barely went out.

Now, with all the freedoms of being an adult and being able to go out whenever I want, I feel my belly and thighs growing. See, every gathering or meeting involves sitting down to share a meal. And I hate to be one of those girls who pick at their food like a bird so I eat and eat and eat, looking more like a hog, though I am not even hungry. Plus, the food is set before me and it wouldn't make sense not to eat it.

Well, I know...whine, whine, whine. Must. Have. Some. Self. Control. Must stare at the food and Be. A. Bird. Pick. Pick. Pick.