I don’t care what anyone says. I was done with trying to lose weight because it seemed like the harder I kept trying, the worse it got and the more I totally did NOT lose weight. AND THEN, a friend had me read this book:
So far, it is working like a champ in that I have stopped the following actions:
1) Obsessing every day about what the scale reads
2) Weighing at all pretty much, for that matter
3) Without weighing, my day cannot be ruined
4) Only eating certain foods. There are no more red light foods. Awesome.
5) Eating when I’m not really hungry
6) (and most importantly) GIVING THAT MUCH OF A SHIT WHAT EVERYONE THINKS
Yeah, I am eating apple pie for dinner. Oh, and some hummus. And maybe I had some breakfast sausage. Whatever. I feel fucking great, have lost 6 pounds, and actually am getting better at realizing what “hey ok ok ok you’re full stop eating” feels like.
My lunch today was mini-pancakes and some rice with broccoli.
I CAN’T WAIT FOR TOMORROW.
But the big news is this: There’s just nothing fucking wrong with me, despite what society tells me, despite what people I know tell me, and despite what I tell me. My doctor has confirmed that all my fancy blood work is STELLAR and MAGNIFICENT and lots of other words like that.
So suck it. I’m technically overweight. I jog around my kitchen. I eat weird food combos. And I AM ACTUALLY AWESOME JUST THE WAY I AM.
Life’s too short to be miserable about who or what you think you’re supposed to be. Go out and be what you are, right this minute. And only this minute. Because the last one is over, and the next one, well, it will be along directly.