It’s been 1 year since I stopped dieting. Chronic dieting. I’ve dieted and dealt with eating disorders for 25 yrs…since I was 15…y’all…I’m 40. That’s over 1/2 my life.
oh. and I’m a dietitian.
No one…NO ONE should have to do this. No one would have to torment themselves and spend their life this way – in a mental torture chamber, but many do. I don’t wish it upon anyone and I’m still working to embrace it. And that looks like this…telling my story. Sharing my experiences. There have been many friends, much guilt, much shame, several therapists and books along the way – I’ll probably share those with you later, but for now, I want you to see today. Cause I’m celebrating…and trying to focus on that.
So, 1 year. What happened in that year?
I gained so much:
- brain space – that used to be used fretting over calories, portion sizes, clothing size, mirror gazing, and just generalized beating myself up.
- more time to spend with friends, family and myself – time that used to be spent counting calories, researching healthy meals, researching the latest diet trend and starting a new diet,
- more relaxed and enjoyable social outings – y’all. I used to ache over what to order, which menu item had the least calories, which pot luck items, grab n’go items were the “healthiest” (meaning low calorie – insert eye roll here – I know)
- more body confidence – weird right? THIS one takes work…daily work. But I know it’s worth it.
- and I gained weight. Yep. FREEDOM weight is what I’m calling it. Coin that right now 😉
The list could likely go on and on, but for the sake of not wearing you out yet, and knowing attention spans, I’m going to stop here.
It’s been a journey…and it’s not over yet.
Today, I’ll rejoice in 1 yr.