This was created out of panic

I love this title.  It speaks to the obvious, of course, that I am a Mom.  And also speaks to my difficult relationship with food.  It's not just a love of food... I've come to learn that it is actually an addiction.  Most blogs and websites with the "mom" and "cake" in the title, will take you to a bakery website, or a mom that makes out-of-control, insanely adorable cupcakes for their kids birthday parties.  This is not that blog. This is not one of those cute cupcake sites. 

So love this title, but truth be told, I created it out of panic--  Panic that I needed to create a new blog with the perfect title that specifically targeted moms with food issues.  I reacted quickly out of fear-- my ultimate fear that no one would read my original blog called "binge, pray, love."  But strife and confusion arose. Do I keep two blogs or abandon one for the other?  After much internal pain and agony, I decided to "move" to this blog, but in the end it didn't feel right. 

Eventually, I resolved that what I really needed to do was just write.  Whether it happens to be about food or mom-stuff, my goal is to write my truth in whatever subject may come up.  So, I'm continuing to post on my original blog, "binge, pray, love."  If anyone feels a connection with the blog or post titles and wants to read, that's wonderful.  But, that part is not up to me.  My job is to just write it. :)

Cake is a "hard limit" for me

I say cake is a "hard limit" for me, because it seems to be the one sugary delight that just sends me over the edge.  I have an unnatural love of it.  I love it so much, when I start eating...

I Want a Black-Belt in "Mommy"

My mom-friend announced on Facebook, that her 6 year-old son just got his yellow belt in Karate and I felt myself getting jealous.  I thought, "Why in the world should I be jealous of that?"  Am I jealous because I want my son to try martial arts, and he has absolutely no interest?  Maybe.  But as I thought about it more, I realized that what I was really jealous of was the system where-- as her son learned new skills and "mastered them," he could...