I hate stress eating. I hate that I know that I'm stress eating and I still do. I'm still trying to pin point exactly why I'm stressed, but now I feel like I'm starting to stress about my eating, which is a vicious cycle.
I miss feeling fit and healthy. I know I need to work out. I need to make time to do it and stop finding excuses.
I miss feeling a part of a faith community. I need to get my butt back in church.
I miss the longer days. I truly feel like I have seasonal affective disorder. I keep saying maybe I should try a light but never try it.
Those are the major things on my mind right now.
I also miss sleeping in, but that's just a whine, not a real stressor.