I'm on year 37 of my latest diet. I'm 38 years old, but that first year they really encourage you to gain weight. I think that's where all the problems may have started.
I've had a love/hate relationship with food most of my life. Mostly love. More of a hot, torrid, passion-filled affair if we're being truthful.
I have distinct memories of my maternal grandmother lecturing me on diets and how I should lose weight before I get older because "it's so much easier to lose weight when you're young."
Very sage advice from the woman who was shoveling freshly deep-fried french fries onto my plate faster than I could eat them as she dispensed her diet wisdom.
Some days I just want to say fuck it. I like being fat.
Except I don't.
I just like to eat.
I've decided when I'm 75, assuming I am fortunate enough to live that long, all bets are off and the whole life-long diet will be called on account of rain.
Rain can come in the form of ice cream right?
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
2 years ago
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I commented and it all went away, so I'll try again.
Years ago when I saw a therapist while going through "THE" divorce, the good Dr. asked "What did you used to do before obsessing on your marital woes?" My poignant answer..."DIET".
So the triathalon of dieting continues, Gram, me, you. However my thoughts have changed. Look at all those people who count carbs, fat grams, calories and exercise until thay can't breathe. THEY DIE ANYWAY...WHAT'S UP WITH THAT????
Every time I realize I am heavier than I have ever been in my life (yes this has happened several times somehow) I ask myself why I didn't appreciate my appearance when I was thinner, as in 25 pounds ago when I thought I was a disgusting behemoth and the fattest I've ever been (up to that point, lol). So my new strategy is to enjoy being fat but yet still try to get thin. Somehow this works.
Ohhhhhhhhhh I like Martha's thinking!! I wish I would have been content with my size 18 self as high school grad, I was holding steady for years. All those years of losing and gaining, you always gain back more. Oh well, after I have this next baby, right. Although I have contented myself with the thought I'll never be a size 8.
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