This morning I'm looking at my clothes and then to my suitcase thinking "it would be easier to pack if I wore a smaller size."
My weight is the first thing people notice. My weight lends to criticism and snap judgments. I try to remain polite when people refer to me as lazy or make a point of staring at my plate and then at me with a disdainful expression. I do not thank them for making me feel bad about the first meal I've had in a day or two, or three. These people do not know me. Their remarks and actions are strictly to make them feel superior.
Once I learned to quit being a sponge and sucking up other people's negative emotions I realized I can be happy with me at any weight.
You might not think it looking at me now but I've been thru every eating disorder. Some where along the line I went from starving to be skinny to starving to be fat. A few years back I enlisted a dietitian and naturopath to assist in learning healthy habits. Technically my body has been in starvation mode for so long it doesn't know any better. The result packs on the weight because my body is storing everything it can for fear of when the next meal might be.
Despite everything I know that I should be doing a little voice in my head has been putting up a damn good argument for me not to lose weight. "You'll be naked!"
My economic situation for the past three years has been challenging. Money, particularly the lack thereof, is a very strong motivator. If I gained or lost weight I would not be able to replace articles of clothing.
Thankfully my economic situation is improving. Hopefully this move will provide a major income boost. Meanwhile I will be thankful I was taught to take care of my belongings or I'd be looking like some of those people featured in Walmart photos. Let's see if you'll admit knowing me then!