Parenting is stressful. Parenting is full of joys. It takes you to the deepest lows of self-doubt and frustration, as you carry the burden of trying to mold a new human into a functional member of society. It takes you to the highest of highs from the smallest things, like a child who goes a day without an accident, or the feeling of a job-well done when you see your child show kindness to another.
Remarkably, both extremes make me want to eat my feelings, as reward or as comfort. I’m beginning to believe that this is why I am still fat.