you're forcing my hand

Zoe: Mom, you never feel good.
Me: I know, why do you think that is?
Zoe: I'm pretty sure it's because of the things that you eat.

Thank you : deep thoughts by Zoe.

I have this problem. I love food. I love to eat. I'm not really concerned about my weight. I have this body dismorphic disorder (and really, I'm not shortchanging real eating disorders) I don't look in the mirror and think that I'm fat; rather the opposite. I think I look good... I don't get it until I see pictures... I mean, who IS that girl.
My real judge of dread when it comes to weight is that I promise to NEVER go over my weight when I was at my max of being preggo with Nyla.

yes, scale! you forced my hand. I am now 6 pounds away from my max. Sticks and Stones, I think NOT! You have officially hurt me. Granted my weight doesn't just flux a lb or 2. I weighed less than a week apart and there was a 10 lb difference and I actually walked a LOT... whaaa
so now I have to do something.
I don't like to diet. I don't like those posts on pinterest because I want to say, " I can't do that". I have 0 motivation... except to stay away from my max... so where do I go from this. I hate making lunch and even if I manage to do so, I hate to eat whatever it is... I hate to think about breakfast and dinner depends on timing and children... AHHHH... you MIGHT hear an update every once in a while. but I'll say this...
Scale: you haven't seen the last of me.