I loved this post! I feel the exact same way you felt! Maybe it’s time I star doing what you did. After all, it’s a New Year. 🙂 thanks for the inspiration!
I wasn’t sure I could do it.
And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
I’d grown used to being the curvy girl — the one with the “pretty face.” Even as my dress size climbed through my teens and twenties, I refused to give in to self-doubt. I didn’t want to focus on my weight — even though, in reality, I already was.
When I needed larger jeans, I bought them.
When I wanted to have a second cupcake, I did.
I’d gotten listless, cranky, easily tired or sick. But I wasn’t a woman accustomed to depriving herself or scaling back. I was afraid to address the issue of my climbing weight because I “didn’t want to obsess about it,” as I told my fiancé. The idea of a weight loss program where I’d have to track points — and be held accountable for everything that passed through my lips…
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Emotionally Broken 