Eating to Cope.

I love chocolate.

Like in elementary when people say "Well if you love it so much, why don't you marry it?!?"...I would if that was a thing...

But that's besides the point, I love chocolate to the point where if I can eat it with every meal I'm excited about the day. If I don't have any, I get moody. I especially love "triple chocolate" things, specifically ice cream...it's unhealthy, we all know it.

I think about chocolate all the time. I just ate my yogurt for breakfast, and then ate the chocolate pudding that's for after dinner simply because it looked good. I wasn't hungry, and I don't feel good that I ate it, but I enjoyed it while it was happening... The worst part is that I ate it with chocolate chip cookies that I made yesterday...see my point?

Now as I type, I'm thinking about puking because my stomach is upset from all that sugar I didn't need.

I have a problem, and I need to work on it. But how do you give up something you love so dearly? When you know something or someone is bad for you but you love it, when do you quit?
Do you hard stop or set limits/boundaries?

Mental health is like my love for chocolate. It's always lurking in the background, but it must become a focus in our minds in order for healthy, positive changes to be made. 
If we push it back and tell ourselves it hurts less not to think about it or it's not actually a problem, nothing will change. We can't learn ways to cope and move forward if we don't first recognize there's something that needs to be coped with.

So I come before you to acknowledge my eating patterns in general are not healthy, and I need to work on them.

I come before you to ask that we all acknowledge mental health is as important as physical health.

Let's do ourselves a favor and make healthy, positive changes in our own mental health, and to decrease the stigma around it so others will feel safe reaching out also.

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