Those months when I ate only salads, no snacks, no sweets, and a lot of gum I realized I used food for comfort. I had built up an avaricious more-is-better system and added a when-I-am-stressed clause. Food was my mama.

I had to change that.

I did.
I have.
But not completely.
So this is what this blog is about–brutal honesty and a new mom.

A mother of words and truth, not chocolate.

I know, it ain’t gonna be pretty.

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