I’m terrible at finishing the things I start. This is kind of a motivator for me, every time I trek down to the kitchen, to stay away from the sugar and fats.
Binge eating is my life. I’m an “emotional” eater. I eat when I’m bored, when i’m tired, when I’m sad, when I’m happy. Yeah, I really like eating.
I’m not your ‘truly inspirational story, coming from 200 lbs to 95 lbs’. I’ve always been small, people say it makes me look cute.I have great friends who accept everyone for who they are, albeit the drama at times
My childhood made me this way. I never really liked eating. I’d pick at my food all the time and run off with unfinished meals all the time. Until I got sick and I had to take a lot of medicine that had hormones so I wouldn’t die. Everyone encouraged me to eat eat eat. I never stopped doing that, until now.
I am athletic. I run, I play volleyball, I do track. I am better than most people in my grade. But I shouldn’t be comparing myself to them, people who don’t care much about their athleticism I realized the only thing that was keeping me back from jumping higher and further and running faster and longer was my own body.
I’m not doing this for anyone else, I’m doing this for myself.