I grew up loving books. I could spend hours lost inside my imagination, deep inside of the worlds created by my favorite authors and characters.
Then I went to college, and I fell out of love with reading. Womp, womp.
Fast forward 11 years, and here we are. These days, I read mostly psychology-based, self help, and how-to books. My college major was psychology. I have an undying fascination with the way the mind works, as well as how it affects our personalities and interactions. Also, I'm always looking for ways to improve myself and my quality of life, so that I can contribute more to the world around me. Can't really do that when I'm stuck in my head.
I feel like my life is one big RPG. I'm on this massive quest, you know, going on adventures, and I'm constantly learning and improving my skills and leveling up--basically kicking epic amounts of bootay. On my way, I've met many wise people who have totally shaped the course of my quest, showing up in my corner and getting me feeling all hyped and positive. One of those people is a counselor I met while working at my last job.
Showing posts with label weight loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weight loss. Show all posts
6/05/2015
Hungry Girl Part 2
Read Part 1 here.
Growing up, I was the girl with the "weight problem." From a young age, my appearance became a focal point. I was taller than most girls my age, definitely thicker around the middle, and I developed fairly early. It didn't take long for my weight to become something by which I measured my value and self worth. I remember being as young as four years old, and having elderly church women try and pinch my chubby cheeks... poking me, prodding me, and affectionately deeming me... fat. They weren't cruel, and seemed to mean well, but deep inside I felt shame and embarrassment. I didn't want that sort of attention.
As much as I wanted to hide, I just couldn't.
Growing up, I was the girl with the "weight problem." From a young age, my appearance became a focal point. I was taller than most girls my age, definitely thicker around the middle, and I developed fairly early. It didn't take long for my weight to become something by which I measured my value and self worth. I remember being as young as four years old, and having elderly church women try and pinch my chubby cheeks... poking me, prodding me, and affectionately deeming me... fat. They weren't cruel, and seemed to mean well, but deep inside I felt shame and embarrassment. I didn't want that sort of attention.
As much as I wanted to hide, I just couldn't.
5/31/2015
Hungry Girl Part 1
It's been a very "hungry" week. Seems pretty typical at this point in my pregnancy, right? My belly is growing rapidly, and I'm finally over the morning [and night] sickness that left me without an appetite for the entire first trimester. Now I must be making up for lost time.
Except, that's not the whole truth. Whether I've been pregnant, or not, I occasionally have days... weeks... when I eat, and eat, and eat-- until I can no longer look at food without feeling gross. No matter how much I eat, I am never satisfied. During these times, I know that I am not physically hungry. I am trying to soothe an ache, relax, or entertain myself. No amount of food will do the trick.
My binging is a dirty little secret that I have carried with me since 7th grade.
Except, that's not the whole truth. Whether I've been pregnant, or not, I occasionally have days... weeks... when I eat, and eat, and eat-- until I can no longer look at food without feeling gross. No matter how much I eat, I am never satisfied. During these times, I know that I am not physically hungry. I am trying to soothe an ache, relax, or entertain myself. No amount of food will do the trick.
My binging is a dirty little secret that I have carried with me since 7th grade.
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