For the past seven weeks I’ve been eating like crap. I was pretty well off most sugar for 12 weeks leading up to my brother’s wedding, and I felt amazing. I lost some weight, my clothes fit better and my body just felt better. But it was hard. I am an emotional eater, and finding new (healthier) coping mechanisms for my stress was a constant battle. As my coursework started ramping up and Will started sleeping less my armour chipped a little and I gave into one small temptation. Then another, and another, and another. Before I knew it, I was right back where I started. I’m not proud of…