I’ve never been one of those people who lose a ton of weight when I’m stressed out. I have many friends that just “can’t eat” when things get rough. Ahem, that is not me. On any day. When I’m stressed, sad, happy, excited, or even when I’m sick…I eat. Three years ago I started down a road where I guess I lost all accountability. But, of course, there were reasons (at least that is what I was telling myself): I got pregnant, I had a baby, my baby turned one (lord help me), my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, my 16-year-old dog was dying, my kid turned two (I’m know I’m starting to lose the “I had a baby” excuse, but go with…