After a breakup I prefer to wallow in my dark and stormy feelings. I think it can be invigorating and beneficial to give into your sad feelings for a bit. So I’ve spent plenty of time over the last few weeks listening to sad songs and reading somber quotes. But eventually I believe you need to crawl out of your dark cave and take time to laugh. So if you’re in the same situation and need a little chuckle, scroll on for a few quotes.
Who doesn’t love a good booty-shakin’ song? I often refer to myself as a terrible dancer but that doesn’t stop me from dancing my little heart out and you can never have too many dance tunes! Whether you’re at the club with your girls, in the car, or alone in your living room, dancing will always improve your mood. And considering it is a form of exercise, you’re releasing all of those amazing endorphins. It’s a win-win.
I felt this would be a fitting topic for me to write about considering I am currently going through a breakup. In fact, I took some time away from this blog to process through all of my emotions and figure out how to carry on (dramatic much?). All relationships are different and come with their fair share of problems, regardless, the heartbreak can be deafening. There are numerous ways to help yourself move on after a breakup and it is different for everyone. I wish chocolate and wine solved all problems, unfortunately we are not that lucky.
It took me a long time to realize that I had a problem…an eating disorder. I knew my eating habits were unhealthy, but never realized that it had a name – binge eating. Now that I know I have a problem with binge eating, I am trying to tackle it and start my journey to a healthier lifestyle. Since it took me so long to come the realization that I was a binge eater, I wanted to write a post about some definite signs for anyone else who is struggling.
A unique, but I feel appropriate metaphor in some cases. I feel as if he is cheating on me and I’m aware of it and unable to stop it. Heroin is the mistress and I have to watch as my boyfriend walks out the door and goes to her every day. That bitch gets all his time, all his money and all his thoughts and she honestly doesn’t even make him happy. This is what addiction feels like to me being on this side of things.
Trying to be skinny while simultaneously wanting to eat all of the cupcakes is a special type of hell. A hell that I am a part of daily. I’ve finally realized that I have to do the adult thing and start taking care of my body. This was not an easy decision and one that I regret every time I have a salad with no cheese and dressing on the side (Yes, I’ve turned into one of those people).