A Very Special Case.

I have a confession to make...sometimes it's hard to be happy. Right now, actually I'm in a place where happiness isn't coming easily. Honestly, it's embarrassing to write. I should be so full of joy. With a great job, four beautiful kids, a hard working, loving husband and a roof over my head why wouldn't I be happy? Is it that I' ungrateful? No. It's not that.. Is it that I'm depressed. Nope, depression is dark and debilitating and awful and this is just a nagging blah that I wake up in the morning with some days. Don't get me wrong, I find happiness. Happiness is Lainey holding my hand at the end of the day telling me a funny story about school. Happiness is kissing Case's freshly washed face goodnight after he's fallen asleep. Happiness is watching my two oldest help each other navigate Jr. high drama, academics and life in general. Happiness is all around me but sometimes I have to look harder to find it. Sometimes I have to be intention

You read the title and if you're anything like me you thought, "Oh, here we go....ANOTHER weight loss story. She's probably going to try to sell me something or even worse tell me how she gave up carbs, protein, fast food and showers then BOOM lost 50 pounds". Seriously, that's where my mind would go and I'm not goin to do either of those. I'm not going to go into my past or my childhood relationship with food and tell you that my my overeating and love for all things sweet started in Kindergarten because it didn't. I was naturally thin until I started having kids honestly. During my my pregnancies I gained 40, 50, and 60+ pounds. Sometimes, I held onto half the weight of the pregnancy before and then would gain some. After Case (our fourth and last baby) It was a roller coaster of losses and gains, Simple stresses like on-going insurance issues, prolonged hospital stays and DMES that never kept their promises would cause stress eating. The big, scary