Sharing this again, because for some reason it has been getting a lot of hits of late, which caused me to re read it. 2 stone lighter than when I wrote it, my body journey continues, but it’s slow, and comes with its ups and downs. I completed a second Moonwalk, but it didn’t see the weight dropping off me. Nothing works, diets, hypnotherapy, exercise, unless we feel that drive. And life happens. I am more than my size. You are more than your size.
When I was 15 years old, I was a size 12-14. I thought I was fat, and I went on a diet. I won’t tell you which. It doesn’t matter. I lost weight. Can’t remember how much. But then I gained the weight back, plus a little extra.
When I was 18 I was a size 16. I decided I needed to diet again. Lost weight. Stopped the plan. Gained lost weight back. Oh. Gained some extra.
When I was 19 I was a size 18 to 20. Damn. I really need to do something about this. I dieted. And I dieted. And I dieted. It was easy. A brand new plan I’d never tried before, the weight came off. I smiled as the sizes came off. I smoked to cover up the hunger.
I stopped. I gained some weight…
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