I sometimes feel like if FINALLY figured out my body but lament that maybe it was way, way too late.
Where was this understanding, this balance with time and food when I was in my teens, my 20's, my 30's, my 40's when I was fighting the "battle" of the bulge.
Yes, even in my teens, even at my lowest weights there was never any peace.
There was always something to battle. Some lower number to fight tooth and nail to get to or to maintain. There was obsession with food when I was restricting and crazed compulsions and disgust with myself when I was not restricting.
But now...truce.
We have to declare a goal weight, so I did but really, I'll let my body decide this time. As long as there are fat stores to tap into, I'll give my body time for at least a few hours a day to do that clean up work. It's the least I can do.
Really, the very least.... which is EXACTLY the way I like it. ;)
And time will pass, as it always does.
I'm looking forward seeing what time brings next week, next month, next year.
Have a great week and keep the faith in YOURSELF!
