I ate fast food three or four times a day. I drank sugared everything. I ate candy like I was Willy Wonka. I stopped exercising. I stopped feeling good.
I've never been diagnosed for depression because going to the doctor is a luxury that I can't afford. Things that make it worse are bad eating habits and low physical activity. I know this. Everyone knows this. But breaking the habit is really REALLY hard.
At the mall where I work, we have a vending machine FILLED with stuff I shouldn't eat. The food court is PACKED with empty calories and heart disease. A short walk will land you at McDonald's and we already know how healthy that is.
Life is too short to not enjoy it, right? So why should I torture myself trying to "eat right?" Then again, if I don't, I'll probably get really sick or die super young. You can't enjoy your life if your heart stops.
I guess I'll take baby steps and try the moderation thing. Gee wiz.
