The things we do... or in this case did.
You know, over the past couple of weeks I've put on a bit of weight. The combination of holiday dinners and no excercise at all for 12 days has resulted in 1 or 2 extra kilos and a little less tone than I'm used to. Not saying I'm usually superbuff or anything, but I can tell there's a difference.
The good thing about this is that I'm not freaking out, I'm not torturing myself. I'm not starving myself or forcing myself to run in the rain or go to the gym. I remember a time when I would have done all of the above and more. Now I'm far more rational and I know that once I get back into the routine, I'll get back to normal.
For a lot of my teenage years, eating and my weight dominated my thougths. It was horrible. What I'd eaten, and what I was and wasn't going to eat was the last thing I thought about when I went to bed, and the first thing I thought about when I woke up. I still think about it, but not to the point where I want to sleep all the time to avoid having to deal with it.
I think they'll always be little things I'd like to change about my body, I'll wish for smaller boobs till the day I die, but at least I've come to accept my shape and like certain things about it. I think this is largely to do with being loved by brilliant people, one in paticular, you know who you are :), so thanks guys.
I remember when I was so frightened by the thought of being obsessed with this eating problem forever. I'm so glad that I'm not anymore. I'm thankful for all the things I experienced growing up, good and bad. I wouldn't be me without them. However I wouldn't go back to being a teenager for all the money in the world.
Huzzah for the now :p
The good thing about this is that I'm not freaking out, I'm not torturing myself. I'm not starving myself or forcing myself to run in the rain or go to the gym. I remember a time when I would have done all of the above and more. Now I'm far more rational and I know that once I get back into the routine, I'll get back to normal.
For a lot of my teenage years, eating and my weight dominated my thougths. It was horrible. What I'd eaten, and what I was and wasn't going to eat was the last thing I thought about when I went to bed, and the first thing I thought about when I woke up. I still think about it, but not to the point where I want to sleep all the time to avoid having to deal with it.
I think they'll always be little things I'd like to change about my body, I'll wish for smaller boobs till the day I die, but at least I've come to accept my shape and like certain things about it. I think this is largely to do with being loved by brilliant people, one in paticular, you know who you are :), so thanks guys.
I remember when I was so frightened by the thought of being obsessed with this eating problem forever. I'm so glad that I'm not anymore. I'm thankful for all the things I experienced growing up, good and bad. I wouldn't be me without them. However I wouldn't go back to being a teenager for all the money in the world.
Huzzah for the now :p