Breaking a food addiction is about as fun as pushing a boulder up hill, but I’m still trying. And as long as I’m breathing, I won’t stop trying. I can succeed. I WILL succeed! What’s stopping me?
Forgive me for the TMI! So I have something called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It makes my periods random to the point where I can’t successfully track them, it also causes weight gain & bloating. Long story short, I’m on day 9 of my period, after not having one for like, 2 months. I’m bloating, angry & determined not to let this week slip past me. It’s been two...
I have always been heavy. Heavier than my older sibling as a child, heavier than my school mates. Always wondering why I couldn’t run as fast or jump as high. I’ve been wanting a change for a very long time, but it’s frightening. My fat envelops me. Like a gelatinous blanket, keeping me safe in my comfort zone. Keeping me deeply afraid of success, change, contentment… But...