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Less Food, More Living
For most of my life, food was the center of it.
I planned all my days around what I would eat. Even my futile attempts on diet were all about how I would reward myself with food.
Food. Food. Food. It was a constant chant in my head.
For years, I fought battles with food. As a kid, my parents were distraught about my physical appearance tried desperately to get me to lose weight. I was denied desserts and all sorts of other treats. They bought me diet books when I was in 5th grade, trying to show me how to count calories. They were completely successful in giving me an unhealthy relationship with food.
Once out on my own, making my own decisions, I really went to town. Binge watching TV and binge eating was my favorite way to self-medicate through stressful times, especially stressful job situations. I went from weighing around 125 to 180 in the short span of two years. And I’m 5’1.
Being overweight became a way of life for me. I even got to a point where I would say things like, “This is how I’m meant to be. I’ll never be thin. I need to accept myself for who I am.” I wanted to believe it was okay.
The fact was, I felt miserable both mentally and physically. I failed every diet I was on. I just gave up.