Because—now I know this will come as a shock—WOMEN EAT. We get hungry. We get hungry for pizzas and Double Stuf Oreos and nachos and ice cream and giant French-toast breakfasts, and you know what? WE DON’T NEED TO FEEL BAD ABOUT THAT.
A good night’s sleep, a full belly, sweat, dancing, surrounding myself with awesome, positive peeps and the occasional glass of wine, lol.
(and choosing positivity on a daily basis. Finding the fun when I can. It doesn’t come easily all the time, but it’s worth the effort). :)