It’s no secret that I struggle with my weight. It’s been years since I’ve had a good handle on my weight but I’m working hard to push past that. I’m setting limits for myself and cutting myself off. I’m learning when’s the right time to say no, when the right time to let loose a little. This is me now with food and my weight, this is me after years of pushing myself to do better with my body. I wanted to be healthy, but it came from a scary place when I was younger.
I don’t remember what I weighed in high school and I’m oddly very relieved that I don’t. I’m sure others do, I’m sure my family remembers, or friends who I spoke the numbers too. However, in my mind they are no longer of importance. They no longer hold any value to me, so I forget them. Don’t get me wrong though. There was a time where all I cared about was the number on that scale. In high school my diet consisted of unhealthy amounts of junk food during the day and skipping meals at night. My metabolism worked triple during the day and night so much. I worked out an entire reasoning behind my actions being okay. I built this wall that I let myself be trapped in. It was easy to look myself in the mirror and degrade myself. It was easy to tell myself I was fat. To tell myself no one would love me. It was so uncomfortably easy.
I remember the way I looked myself in the mirror and told myself I was loved. It was hard for me to grasp the concept at first. Of the person look at me through the mirror, of all the imperfections I could notice. The bulging stomach. The scars. The stretch marks that seemed to run side her leg. The way her arms seemed to flap like wings. I could notice all the things that I would never think twice about noticing on someone else. I was a force on myself, I was the leader of the hate group against me. I knew what I was doing, I knew who I was hurting.
It was almost as if I was pushing myself to my limit, just to see what would happen.
I know what could happen. It’s been whispered around me. I know the consequences of a dark path. I seen it with my very eyes. Yet still, as I dig into the first real diet I’ve done since trying to stabilize my eating habits, I’ve come to terms that I may always have to think those negative thoughts away. I can’t let the way I was bullied into believing I was affect who I am today, and who I’m hoping to be in the future.
I’m trying to eat better. I’ve bought some frozen veggies that work pretty awesome for someone like me, who doesn’t eat many veggies. I’ve found alternatives to things I crave. I eat more fruit in my life. I also let myself have sweets. I have to be careful though, I’m a dangerous person around sweets. I can devour anything in a short amount of time.
However, if I pay attention to my breaking habits and I work hard I know I can get past this. I can’t give up.