In Which I Break My Rules

Oct 15, 2012 21:25

I try to avoid discussing weight issues here. I used to, when I was much younger, because I knew my audience at the time would soak it in--and then feed my dysmorphia. I will openly admit I had the "diet journal", the thinly veiled testament to my disordered eating. Complete with calorie counts, daily weight measurements and exercise tallies.

But I reconciled my need to update this thing as a chronicle of my growth--a place to look back and say yes. You are moving forward. You are healing.

In that interest, I would like to say that I've lost thirty five pounds in the last year and I have kept it off for four months. Mostly accomplished this summer, I walked everywhere in Maine, I worked out every other day and met with a personal trainer who was one of the actresses. She pushed me and I pushed myself to impress her.

But full disclosure future self, you backslid. Twice you worked out for more than three hours straight. Your eating, however, was impeccable. Good job.

My goals for you are to run a seven minute mile so if you ever hang out with Lynda you will be able to keep up. You want to get back into swimming. You want to be able to physically handle Rome 2015.

I hope we pull this off. Forty more to go.

health, fat girl blues

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