Sometimes in life, you have a “WTF” moment. I had one yesterday sitting in my new doctor’s office. I was wearing a dress that had at one time belonged to my sister when she was working on a beautiful island vacation spot as a hostess. Over that summer, she shrunk out of that dress, as there were no cars allowed on the island so she had to walk everywhere.
I, on the other hand, have been growing into it. And growing. And Growing. Growing until I was sitting on the doctor’s exam table, with a mirror to my left, seeing myself sitting sideways in all of my near-button busting glory.
Now, I’ve been priding my self on my new gains in self-esteem. I really give myself credit for being able to break away from the diet culture that has plagued me since middle school. I refuse to count calories ever again. I refuse to be told that fat is bad for me and low-fat carbs are healthier. I’ve moved past that, and, society has begun to move past that. (Check out these guys if you don’t believe me, check out Mark Sisson and Tom Naughton to name a few.) On top of that, I have a husband who relentlessly lets me know that he loves me and lets me know that I am beautiful, and that has been healing.
But, the sacrifices I’ve made for my mental health have been affecting my physical health. Though you cannot tell me that I am not beautiful anymore, you can tell me that there are things I need to clear up with my health. So, this month I’ve decided to ditch the junk food and blog about it.
Out on a Walk 