It’s really an end of a five decade era, where life revolved around what I weighed. I can’t believe I don’t care anymore.
I want to stand on a roof top and yell it to the world, I’M FINE JUST THE WAY I AM. (And – if I can do this, anyone can. So, if you happen to be obsessing with the size of your body, I assure you, it’s completely possible to be free.)
This past weekend, I hung out with a guy who is smaller and thinner than I am. In the past, this would have really bothered me. But not now! My body happens to be where it’s supposed to be, thank you very much. No comparisons necessary.
The guy also seemed to be watching his weight. He mentioned that he rides his bike miles and miles every day so he can eat what he wants. I thought to myself – ‘don’t you ride your bike because you enjoy riding your bike?’
What a strange world, if you think about it – exercising so we can eat more? What’s so exciting about getting to eat a lot?
There was a time when I fully believed that I was my eating disorder. It owned me, ruled me, possessed and drove every decision I made.
Not anymore baby! I’m pinching myself. Is this really me? Let freedom ring!!!!!!